Tixall Poetry/The Soldier's Song
The Soldier's Song.
To arms! to arms! the heroes cry A glorious death or victory!Beauty and love, although combined, And each so powerful alone,Cannot prevail against a mind Bound up in resolution;Tears their weak influence vainly prove, Nothing the dauntless breast can move,Honour is blind, and deaf, ev'n deaf to love.
The field! the field! where valour bleeds, Spurn'd into dust by barbed steeds,Instead of wanton beds of down, Is now the scene where we musttryTo overthrow, or be o'erthrown, Bravely to overcome, or dye.