| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 140. To a Hero |
| | | By Oscar C. A. Child |
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| WE may not know how fared your soul before | |
| Occasion came to try it by this test. | |
| Perchance, it used on lofty wings to soar; | |
| Again, it may have dwelt in lowly nest. | |
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| We do not know if bygone knightly strain | 5 |
| Impelled you then, or blood of humble clod | |
| Defied the dread adventure to attain | |
| The cross of honor or the peace of God. | |
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| We see but this, that when the moment came | |
| You raised on high, then drained, the solemn cup— | 10 |
| The grail of death; that, touched by valor’s flame, | |
| The kindled spirit burned the body up. | |
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