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36 burning in their hearts, and on their lips the song of the happy warrior who vindicates the right, our men march forward into battle—their faces to the enemy—their love with us at home—their glory safe with God.

I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH

BY ALAN SEEGER

a rendezvous with Death

At some disputed barricade;

When Spring comes back with rustling shade

And apple blossoms fill the air—

I have a rendezvous with Death

When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand

And lead me into his dark land,

And close my eyes and quench my breath—

It may be I shall pass him still.

I have a rendezvous with Death

On some scarred slope of battered hill,

When Spring comes round again this year

And the first meadow flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep

Pillowed on silk and scented down,

Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,

Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,