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THE CHILDREN'S WAR
This is the Children's War, because
The victory's to the young and clean.
Up to the Dragon's ravening jaws
Run dear Eighteen and Seventeen.
The victory's to the young and clean.
Up to the Dragon's ravening jaws
Run dear Eighteen and Seventeen.
Fresh from the Chrisom waters pure,
Dear boys, so eager to attain
To the bright visions that allure,
The fierce ordeal, the red pain.
Dear boys, so eager to attain
To the bright visions that allure,
The fierce ordeal, the red pain.
The light is yet upon their curls:
The dream is still within their eyes;
Their cheeks are silken as a girl's,
The little Knights of Paradise.
The dream is still within their eyes;
Their cheeks are silken as a girl's,
The little Knights of Paradise.
O men with many scars and stains,
Stand back, abase your souls and pray!
For now to Nineteen are the gains
And golden Twenty wins the day.
Stand back, abase your souls and pray!
For now to Nineteen are the gains
And golden Twenty wins the day.
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Brown heads with curls all rippled over,
Young bodies slender as a flame,
They leap to darkness like a lover;
To Twenty-One is fall'n the game.
Young bodies slender as a flame,
They leap to darkness like a lover;
To Twenty-One is fall'n the game.
It is the Boys' War. Praise be given
To Percivale and Galahad
Who have won earth and taken Heaven.
By violence! Weep not, but be glad.
To Percivale and Galahad
Who have won earth and taken Heaven.
By violence! Weep not, but be glad.
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