TO ARMS!

Who can be dull or wrapped in unconcern

Knowing a world so clamorous and keen;

A world of ardent conflict, honest spleen,

And healthy, hot desires too swift to turn;

Vivid and vulgar — with no heart to learn...

See how that drudge, a thing unkempt, unclean,

Laughs with the royal laughter of a queen.

Even in her the eager fires burn.

Who can be listless in these stirring hours

When, with athletic courage, we engage

To storm, with fierce abandon, sterner powers

And meet indifference with a joyful rage;

Thrilled with a purpose and the dream that towers

Out of this arrogant and blundering age.