At home is every one his own master.
Bleeding at heart is he
Who has to ask
For food at every meal-tide.
38. Leaving in the field his arms,
Let no man go
A foot’s length forward;
For it is hard to know
When on his way
A man may need his weapon.
At home is every one his own master.
Bleeding at heart is he
Who has to ask
For food at every meal-tide.
38. Leaving in the field his arms,
Let no man go
A foot’s length forward;
For it is hard to know
When on his way
A man may need his weapon.