Because your feet were stayed upon that road

Whereon the others swiftly came and passed,

Because the harvest you and they had sowed

You only reaped at last.

Tis not your valour's meed alone you bear

Who stand the object of a nation's pride,

For on that humble Cross you live to wear

Your friends were crucified.

They shared with you the conquest over fear,

Sublime self-disregard, decision's power,

But Death, relentless, left you lonely here

In recognition's hour.

Their sign is yours to carry to the end;

The lost reward of gallant hearts as true

As yours they called their leader and their friend

Is worn for them by you.