Bronze (Johnson)/Soldier

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SOLDIER
Though I should weep until the judgment,How would it serve—Brave men are fighting, women speed them,'T is a dayOf crucial conflict!My son, sometimes it seems I'd rather holdYou safe beneath my heartThan send you forth!But lo! The sun is red and weaker children go!Though I should weep until the judgment,How would it serve!I'll close my eyes and smile, O Son of Mine,Your cause is kingly!Step proud and confident, worthy your mother;Be firm and brave, O Son of Mine, be strong,For terror waxeth,Speed swift away,Though I should weep until the judgment . . .
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