The Melodist/The Soldier who to Battle goes

by Anonymous

The Soldier who to Battle goes.

The Soldier who to battle goes,
And danger braves tor duty,
Altho’ be laughs at fears or foes,
Like others sighs for beauty;
For Cupid’s a een’ral whom all must obey,
As the bravest of mortals must prove,
For no weapon, tho’ keenest that art can display,
Can wound like the arrow of love.

The Soldier from tire field returns
To tell his martial story ;
With joy his ardent bosom burns,
To gain the meed of glory :
But glory you’ll find little more than a name,
And affection much sweeter will prove,
For tho’ grateful the much-envy’d laurel of fame,
Much dearer’s the myrtle of love.

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