I speak for the generations that are you:
A line of battle fading down the years,
To the far rim of memory, where loom
Heroic shapes against oblivion.
For you a thousand generations wrought
'Gainst ancient wrongs, and grappled with beliefs,
They wrested freedom from both kings and gods
And forged the pattern of a fearless soul.
You are the newest blossom of the race,
You are the sum of all the eons gone,
You are the travail and the sacrifice
Of countless lives that were, and now are you.
