The Old Bells Poem by Lord Dunsany

I cannot see the end: I cannot see
When we will win or how. That being so
Let us go on, without attempt to know
In what month or what year that end will be.

It may be that you, or even me,
The last shot will be fired before the glow
Of bonfires hailing Hitler's overthrow
When our dumb bells ring out for victory.

Think of that day, when tyranny seems strong
And rations low and fortitude abating.
Think of that day for which our bells are waiting,
Which rang of old when storms drave alone
King Philip's ships, and chimed for Waterloo,
And rang out Hindenburg. Soon Hitler too.