Poems (Coolidge)/Reveille
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For works with similar titles, see Reveille.
REVEILLE
The bugle sounds! be thine my waking thought!
For love of thee may this day's deeds be wrought;
I gird mine armor—be it my delight
In face of foes to battle for the right.
For love of thee may this day's deeds be wrought;
I gird mine armor—be it my delight
In face of foes to battle for the right.
Be this my prayer, at each new reveille:
"Thy soldier guard and keep him true to thee
Till smoke of battle shall be rolled away,
And, cloudless, dawn the Everlasting Day."
"Thy soldier guard and keep him true to thee
Till smoke of battle shall be rolled away,
And, cloudless, dawn the Everlasting Day."