Imagine, for a battle-cry,
From soldiers, with a sword to hold,—
From soldiers, with the flag unrolled,—
This coward’s whine, this liar’s lie,—
A man must live!
IN DUTY BOUND.
In duty bound, a life hemmed in
Whichever way the spirit turns to look;
No chance of breaking out, except by sin;
Not even room to shirk—