Courage Beyond Comprehension

No trumpet sounds, yet forth they go with grace,

A chosen band whom Fate itself obeys.

They scorn the sloth of time, nor seek embrace

Of ease, but stand where death and duty blaze.

No love of self corrupts their hallowed might,

No fleeting gain compels their weary tread.

They guard the trembling world through storm and night,

And walk where lesser men have turned and fled.

Their souls, like tempered steel, through trial shine,

Unmoved by fear, unshaken by despair.

Their lives, a gift, a consecrated sign,

Poured forth for all, yet raised beyond compare.

So let no passing age their worth confound,

For honor crowns them, though they wear no crown.