Ode 5

It is the dream we sing as our own right Who eager to love and honest beyond the light Winston Churchill leaves to them the right to choose and dare Yet on their hearth, the fire, the gift they like to share We crave the ecstasy of flowing note The wistful verses in kindness fancy wrought Trace Prague's hope above sword's tarnished green And happily draws the poetess' love dreams to serene For all the upliting of the helpless forms For every thundering figure, cold, then warm Defying precedent, the truth they love to forecast That other hearts might read the sign at last They know this human need, our wasted time fears And though it seem their cautious hands delays Now wafts the perfume, which mgical bloom hath Cleared might be, though the autumn's wrath