The Eagle and the Dove

Shade of Caractacus, if Spirits love
The cause they fought for in their earthly home,
To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove
May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome.
These children claim thee for their Sire; the breath
Of thy renown, from Cambrian mountains, fans
A flame within them that despises death,
And glorifies the truant Youth of Vannes.
With thy own scorn of tyrants they advance,
But truth divine has sanctified their rage,
A silver Cross enchased with Flowers of France,
Their badge, attests the holy fight they wage.
The shrill defiance of the young Crusade
Their veteran foes mock as an idle noise
But unto Faith and Loyalty comes aid
From Heaven—gigantic force to beardless Boys.