Gateway to the Classics: In the Days of the Guild by Louise Lamprey
In the Days of the Guild by  Louise Lamprey

The Watchword

When from the lonely beacon height

The leaping flame flared high,

When bells rang out into the night

Where ships at anchor lie,

There orderly in all men's sight,

With sword or pike in hand,

Stood serf and craftsman, squire and knight

For the Honor of the Land.

When war had passed, and Peace at last

Ruled over earth and sky,

The bonds of ancient law held fast,—

The faith which cannot die.

Ah, call us aliens though you may—

We hear and understand,

The deathless watchword wakes to-day,—

The Honor of the Land!

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