THE SOLDIER
 

By Elizabeth Miller

 

CLOSE HIS EYES,
 AND KISS HIM,
 THIS TALL, YOUNG MAN IN GRAY;

 HE KEPT OUR FLAG FROM FALLING
 IN HARD-FOUGHT BATTLE
 ALL DAY.

 CANNON ROARED,
 AND SABRES FLASHED.
 HE FELL TWICE, YET, ONCE AGAIN
 HE HELD THAT STARRY BANNER ALOFT
 TO CHEER, AND COMFORT THE MEN.
 

SO KISS HIM,
 BUT DO IT GENTLY
 AS YOU WIPE THE BLOOD AWAY;

 HE HEARS THE SONG
 OF ANGELS,
THIS TALL, YOUNG MAN IN GRAY.

 
 
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