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 The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die, To face the flaming cannon’s mouth, nor ever question why, Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red, The peonies and pansies, too, the old petunia bed, The grass plot where his children play, the roses on the wall: ’Tis these that make a soldier great. He’s fighting for them all.

’Tis not the pomp and pride of kings that make a soldier brave; ’Tis not allegiance to the flag that over him may wave; For soldiers never fight so well on land or on the foam As when behind the cause they see the little place called home.