Bearing out her guard even when blackness grew afraid of darkening,
Fear now stands tiptoe upon the banks of night.
Until love, hope and glory had become all too much a showy thing
In the mind of one that took up courage and claim their sole accustomed right

Hate now slumbers in states of restless agony
But in the fire of his spirit is ever willing to take up arms once more
For a nightmare rides upon his sleep that has taught him what to be
And made mortality defy all she had once so fiercely felt compassion for

But the time of fear and hate is soon worn out
For even towards time itself they have stood hatefully
That fear, so frightened to look upon her sight, devoured her own doubt
And in being so momentary, hate raged and subdued his enmity

Time lies upon the wings of love and hope and history
She will be the loving steadiness where steadfast love lies overthrown
And bear out her siege until all held besieged by fear dare see
That there will be beauty where beauty was nothing but ash and stone