White is steadfast—Black bids fair to yield.
White the church that threatens tomb and thunder.
Pale, the just man threatens Sodom's splendor
Not with sword—with lily-blazoned shield!

White! The circle nowise made by hands!
White—the font! The sage's graying temples!
Chuff and churl will recognize the Gentle-
man by that flower, flowering from his hands.

Wolves will hearken only to the lamb.
Only angels take the fort's surrender.
Basements celebrate—as White Guards enter
Into the First City in the land!

25 May 1918