Pray keep close those most ungodly hours—
Eyes, blue skies blackened by bloodcurdling brume;
Untimely estranged, twin star-crossed towers—
Too those stars of ours who dared exhume
From heart and home newfound spirits unspared
From whole new hopes unheard of, unrenowned;
From the helping hands of heroes who cared
Enough—on our behalf—to hold their ground;
Here or there; above, beyond, behind us;
So, with each passing year, let’s do our part
To preserve—with pride—that which must bind us,
And which has defined us right from the start:
Our mores immemorial, whose goal
Of good immortalizes our true soul.