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--THE RECRUIT.

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THE RECRUIT. A little group of half a score I see about a carriage door, Where a lithe lad, a young recruit, Is starting on war's tortuous route; Oh, may he know, when lightnings fly, The magic might of their good-bye! As the bell sounds, all draw apart, Except the one who shares his heart, Fondly he vows, till he come back, In barrack or in bivouac, He'll love her whom he leaves behind, And keep her only in his mind. Her fingers on a bow of rose, Are trembling at a host of foes, At comrades wild, and fiery drams, And flashing warlike telegrams But not so feared are guns and swords As woman's witcbing eyes and words. Go, soldier, and whate'er allures Your roving fancy, she is yours more fair, and forms more slight, Will often pass before your sight; But never break a plighted vow For coral lip or pencilled brow! Poace, parted souls, I could but say, May your love strengthen by delay May tender troth, so signed and sealed, Survive all shocks of flood and field Then home return, adventurous youth, And reap the fruits of holy truth! -The Quiver.

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