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CAVALRY-SONG. 231 |
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Weaponed well, to war we ride — Who braves the battle wins the bride ; Who dies the death for Truth, shall be Alive in love eternally :
Though dead he lies,
Soft, starry eyes Smile hope to him from purple skies.
Weaponed well, to war we ride — Hurrah ! for the surging thunder-tide, Wiien the cannon's roar makes all seem large, And the war-horse screams in the crashing charge,
And the rider strong,
Whom he bears along, Is a death-dart shot at the yielding throng.
Weaponed well, to war we ride ;
The ball is open, the hall is wide —
The sabre, as it quits the sheath,
And beams with the lurid light of death,
And the deadly glance
Of the glittering lance, Are the taper-lights of the battle-dance.
Weaponed well, to war we ride — Find your foemen on either side, But woe to those who miss the time, |
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