Sunday, July 6, 2014

Gallant ones

I think it would be good to die
In war time when the big guns roar
 And other souls are passing on,
Abreast, behind, before.

For I, who am not very brave,
 Would surely find a hand to hold,
 And walking with the gallant ones
 Would make a coward bold.

 There would be nothing left to fear,
 No deep and lonely night,
 With heroes for companions
 Advancing toward the light.


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