THE SOLILOQUY OP AN OLD SOLDIER
You need not watch for silver in your hair. Or try to smooth the wrinkles from your eyes, Or wonder if you're getting quite too spare, Or if your mount can bear & man your size.
You'll never come to shirk the fastest flight, To query if she really cares' to dance, To find your eyes less keen upon the sight, Or lose your tennis wrist or golfing stance.
For you the music ceased on highest not*—
Your '- irge had won, you'd scattered S. n like sand, And a little whisper in your throat, hx r ju asleep, your chcek upon ur hand.
Thrie aappy fate, you mot it in full
Yow.fi, eager, loved, your glitt'ring world all joy— You ebbed not out, you died when t'de was high, 'An old campaigner envies you, my boy!
—0. 0. A. Child, in tho "New York Times."
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Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 2456, 8 May 1915, Page 3
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150THE SOLILOQUY OP AN OLD SOLDIER Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 2456, 8 May 1915, Page 3
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