Page:Fifes and Drums, Poems of America at War, Vigilantes, 1917.djvu/40

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FIFES AND DRUMS


Too mild, too patient!—yet once more forgive
Our faithless greed, young folly, old neglect!
For though we perish from you, you shall live—
Mother!—through humbled daughters who respect,
Through chastened sons who serve you and adore you.

Lee Wilson Dodd.