Poems (Coolidge)/Reveille
For works with similar titles, see Reveille.
REVEILLE
The bugle sounds! be thine my waking thought! For love of thee may this day's deeds be wrought; I gird mine armor—be it my delight In face of foes to battle for the right.
Be this my prayer, at each new reveille:"Thy soldier guard and keep him true to thee Till smoke of battle shall be rolled away, And, cloudless, dawn the Everlasting Day."