And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

"What we have we have, and it is good,
We shall rejoice in it anon,
And view our songs as they might be,
The dew from heaven,
And thus the gentle unknown drops
We all see in the morn,
Strains from some great scene,
At once silent and still,
Swelling and full,
Like the gentle dew from heaven,
Loved and as loved,
In vast green fields.

John Conley
Musica est vita