to those who wait there is no better
name
in the wide oceans for the coming
wild
giving us hope when all we had was
shame
our fathers left us heritage of
blame
although their rule was temperate
and mild
to those who wait there is no better
name
except perhaps the trumpet cry of
fame
though that by wise folk is
sometimes reviled
giving us hope when all we had was
shame
the thought of danger puts us in the
frame
yet for our good we left the hearth
exiled
to those who wait there is no better
name
for hero but we find the story lame
and punish those we thought might
just have smiled
giving us hope when all we had was
shame
since now we learn the whole thing
is a game
and the best player no more than a
child
to those who wait there is no better
name
giving us hope when all we had was
shame
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