Текст оригинала на английском языке
Probation: To a King's Recruit
Now is your time of trial, now When into dusk the glamour pales And the first glow of passion fails That lit your eyes and flushed your brow In that great moment when you made your vow. The Vision fades; you scarce recall The sudden swelling of the heart, The swift resolve to have your part In this the noblest quest of all By which our word is given to stand or fall. Your mother's pride, your comrades' praise -- All that romance that seemed so fair Grows dim, and you are left to bear The prose of duty's sombre ways And labour of the long unlovely days. Yet here's the test to prove you kin With those to whom we trust our fate, Sober and stedfast, clean and straight, In that stern school of discipline Hardened to war against the foe within. For only so, in England's sight, By that ordeal's searching flame Found worthy of your fathers' fame, With all your spirit's armour bright Can you go forth in her dear cause to fight.
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