Reason resigned never conscious command
Longer than laughter or time for tears?
Why from lost legions beckoned no blood-guilt?
Mad on the midden mouthing mightily?
Was good the guardian sanity shielding?
Was truth tormentor passion compelling?
Potent preserver merciful master
Dreadful disposer welcome thy working!
Keep me through chaos hold me at hell-mouth
Stubborn as lode-stone limber as starlight
Let never numbness brood on my body
Nor drugged devotion bring blank blessing:
Whether in wine-hall whether in war-field
Sharpen my senses carve out my conscience
Evil defying ever till death.
Hail, high and holy! For this full favour
Have here my homage.
18 December 1959