Belongs to, who all days alike possess,
Make general plenty cure particular dearth,
Get more joy one way, if another, less:
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
—From “Pippa Passes.”
MY SWORD SONG
By Richard Realf
Day in, day out, through the long campaign,
I march in my place in the ranks;