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Michael's army hath many new men,

Gravest Knights that may sit in stall,

Kings and Captains, a shining train,

But the little young Knights are dearest of all.

Paradise now is the soldiers' land,

Their own country its shining sod,

Comrades all in a merry band;

And the young Knights' laughter pleaseth God. Katharine Tynan

THE OLD SOLDIER

N the place to which I go,

Better men than I have died.

Freeman friend and conscript foe,

Face to face and side by side,

In the shallow grave abide.