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LOVE AND VALOR.
Sounds of war were swelling wild,
Fearful notes the bugle blew;
Infant Love, a timid child,
Trembled at the rat-tat-too.
But inspired by Valor's breath,
Love with war familiar grew,
Fearless view the strife of death,
Smiled to hear the rat-tat-too.
Fearful notes the bugle blew;
Infant Love, a timid child,
Trembled at the rat-tat-too.
But inspired by Valor's breath,
Love with war familiar grew,
Fearless view the strife of death,
Smiled to hear the rat-tat-too.
Swift a shaft at Valor's heart
From the infant's bow-string flew;
Valor heeded not the dart,
List'ning to the rat-tat-too.
Yet that dart was tipped with red,
Ella's heart-blood lent the hue;
But in vain had Ella bled,
Valor loved the rat-tat-too.
From the infant's bow-string flew;
Valor heeded not the dart,
List'ning to the rat-tat-too.
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Ella's heart-blood lent the hue;
But in vain had Ella bled,
Valor loved the rat-tat-too.
Through the camp the infant strayed,
Hope receding now from view;
Secret griefs his sighs betrayed,
Mingling with the rat-tat-too.
Valor will not yield to Love,
Hope to Ella bids adieu;
Sad, desponding, widowed dove,
Listless to the rat-tat-too.
Hope receding now from view;
Secret griefs his sighs betrayed,
Mingling with the rat-tat-too.
Valor will not yield to Love,
Hope to Ella bids adieu;
Sad, desponding, widowed dove,
Listless to the rat-tat-too.
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