The Melting Waters Move 1940
The melting waters move and flow again,
by Richard Elwes
and Life's awakening pulse is everywhere,
responsive, stirring in the souls of men.
And Spring's heroic song is in the air,
sounding her deathless, ancient certainties:
that truth must ever triumph over lies,
that martyred blood was never vainly spilled.
As heirs of an immortal chivalry,
advancing bravely down the storied years,
we atke our places in their company
and catch her message with their dauntless ears.
For Life itself is with us in the field,
who call on perjured tyranny to yield.