The poem
Think not because you raise A gleaming sword, That you will win to praise Before the Lord.
And though men hail you great Unto the skies, Deem not 'twill ope' the gate Of Paradise.
Though you have gold and gear And fame and power, What odds when you draw near The Judgement Hour?
But if in bloody dust Yet unafraid You battle for the Just With broken blade--
Then will the Lord look down With eyes of love, And you shall win a Crown All price above.