1.
My life has crept so long on a broken wing
Thro' cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear,
That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing:
My mood is changed, for it fell at a time of year
When the face of night is fair on the dewy downs,
 ... 
That like a silent lightning under the stars
She seem'd to divide in a dream from a band of the blest,
And spoke of a hope for the world in the coming wars -- 
 ... 

2.
And it was but a dream, yet it yielded a dear delight
To have look'd, tho' but in a dream, upon eyes so fair,
That had been in a weary world my one thing bright;
 ... 

3.
 ... 
And I stood on a giant deck and mix'd my breath
With a loyal people shouting a battle cry,
Till I saw the dreary phantom arise and fly
Far into the North, and battle, and seas of death.

4.
 ... 
The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire.

5.
Let it flame or fade, and the war roll down like a wind,
We have proved we have hearts in a cause, we are noble still,
 ... 
I have felt with my native land, I am one with my kind,
I embrace the purpose of God, and the doom assign'd.