The Ascent

Be mine, and more than mine — be truly yours.
At last take full dominion of your soul.
You fought courageously, crossed foreign shores,
Bled gladly on the unfamiliar shoal,
Suffered your way up each imposing dune,
Defended each inch gained, at any price.
Uncaring Nature, blood-baptized and strewn
With marks of your unstinting sacrifice,
At last has bowed. The day is yours. And more — 
More than this land, more than this holy land
(Land holy-made by your true blood) — the war
Was not waged for mere earth and stone and sand.
Come, take your name. Be whole in every part.
The ground you claim is self and soul and heart.