Soldier
- Though I should weep until the judgment,
- How would it serve —
- Brave men are fighting, women speed them,
- ‘Tis a day
- Of crucial conflict!
- My son, sometimes it seems I’d rather hold
- You safe beneath my heart
- Than send you forth!
- But lo! The sun is red and weaker children go!
- Though I should weep until the judgment.
- How would it serve!
- I’ll close my eyes and smile, O Son of Mine,
- Your cause is kingly!
- Step proud and confident, worthy your mother;
- Be firm and brave, O Son of Mine, be strong.
- For terror waxeth,
- Speed swift away.
- Though I should weep until the judgment . . .