In the city set upon slime and loam br They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' br And there comes no answer in arch or dome, br For none in the city of graves goes home. br Yet these shall perish and understand, br For God has pity on this great land. br br Men that are men again; who goes home? br Tocsin and trumpeter! Who goes home? br For there's blood on the field and blood on the foam br And blood on the body when Man goes home. br And a voice valedictory . . .