Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SOLDIER, by JOHN DRINKWATER



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First Line: The large report of fame I lack
Last Line: Across my brow the leaves of life.
Subject(s): Bombs; Scars; Soldiers; Thunder


THE large report of fame I lack,
And shining clasps and crimson scars,
For I have held my bivouac
Alone amid the untroubled stars.

My battle-field has known no dawn
Beclouded by a thousand spears;
I've been no mounting tyrant's pawn
To buy his glory with my tears.

It never seemed a noble thing
Some little leagues of land to gain
From broken men, nor yet to fling
Abroad the thunderbolts of pain.

Yet I have felt the quickening breath
As peril heavy peril kissed --
My weapon was a little faith,
And fear was my antagonist.

Not a brief hour of cannonade,
But many days of bitter strife,
Till God of His great pity laid
Across my brow the leaves of life.





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