TRUE HEROISM
Let others write of battles fought
On bloody, ghastly fields,
Where honors greet the man who wins.
And death the man who yields;
But I will write of him who fights
And vanquishes his sins.
Who struggles on through weary years
Against himself and wins.
He is a hero, staunch and brave.
Who fights an unseen foe,
And puts at last beneath his feet
His passions base and low;
Who stands erect in manhood's might.
Undaunted, undismayed;
The bravest man that drew a sword
In foray or in raid.
It calls for something more than brawn
Or muscle to overcome
An enemy who marcheth not
With banner, plume and drum -
A foe forever lurking nigh,
With silent, stealthy tread,
Forever near your board by day.
At night beside your bed.
All honor, then, to that brave heart,
Though poor or rich he be.
Who struggles with his baser part -
Who conquers and is free!
He may not wear a hero's crown,
Nor fill a hero's grave.
But truth will place his name among
The bravest of the brave.
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