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Love and Glory.
YOUNG Henry was as brave a youth
As ever grac'd a martial story;
And Jane was fair as lovely truth:
She sigh'd for love, and he for glory.
With her his faith he meant to plight,
And told her many a gallant story;
Till war, their honest joys to blight,
Call'd him away from love to glory.
Brave Henry met the foe with pride;
Jane follow'd, fought—ah! hapless story!
In man's attire, by Henry's side,
She died for love, and he for glory.
The Soldier's Adieu.
ADIEU! adieu! my only life,
My honour calls me from thee:
Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife—
Those tears but ill become thee.
What though by duty I am call'd
Where thund'ring cannons rattle,
Where Valour's self might stand appall'd!
When on the wings of thy dear love,
To heaven above
Thy fervent orisons are flown;
The tender prayer
Thou putt'st up there,
Shall call a guardian angel down,
To watch me in the battle.
