Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit. 1904. | | | | I. Patriotism | | Veteran and Recruit | | Edward Wentworth Hazewell (b. 1853) |
| | | HE filled the crystal goblet | |
| With golden-beaded wine: | |
| “Come, comrades, now, I bid ye— | |
| ‘To the true love of mine!’ | |
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| “Her forehead ’s pure and holy, | 5 |
| Her hair is tangled gold, | |
| Her heart to me so tender, | |
| To others’ love is cold. | |
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| “So drain your glasses empty | |
| And fill me another yet; | 10 |
| Two glasses at least for the dearest | |
| And sweetest girl, Lisette.” | |
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| Up rose a grizzled sergeant— | |
| “My true love I give thee, | |
| Three true loves blent in one love, | 15 |
| A soldier’s trinity. | |
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| “Here ’s to the flag we follow, | |
| Here ’s to the land we serve, | |
| And here ’s to holy honor | |
| That doth the two preserve.” | 20 |
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| Then rose they up around him, | |
| And raised their eyes above, | |
| And drank in solemn silence | |
| Unto the sergeant’s love. | | | | |
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