Keep faith in the gore and gunshots on the Gallipoli beach –
Keep faith in the scrubs of Sedd el Bahr, a battle-line to breach.
No quarter gives, no slack or step, and in the swelter-sun
Of bright and burning Eastern lands, the soldier presses on.
Keep faith in the petty pricks and stings that make the daily grind;
Perspective-changer, patience-giver, prophet-priest of mine.
This faith, that turns the molehills and the miracles into one –
Did it soothe the Burden-Bearer when his fight was but half-won?
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