Blow Out, You Bugles!

Lyrics

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene That men call age; and those who would have been Their sons, they gave, their immortality Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain Honour has come back, as a king, to еarth And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Noblenеss walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage