Though Dead The Flower, That, From Her Tower, Love Flung You In Some Perfect Hour: Though Quenched The Light, That, On The Height, Faith Built, A Beacon In The Fight: Though Gone The Star, That, Seen Afar, Hope Lit To Guide You Through The War: Yet Draw Your Sword, And Shout Your Word, And Plunge Into The Battling Horde! Give Fate The Lie! And, Live Or Die, Yours, Yours Shall Be The Victory!