Poem October 1, 1910 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

SONG OF THE SENTRY

BELLE A. MUNDY.

I see my brothers marching by,
Their armor sparkling in the sun;
I hear with joy their fearless cry,
Their swords are flashing, one by one;
But comforted am I, nor yearn
To join the ranks of small or great,
To me a blessing sweet is given,
They also serve who stand and wait.

They also serve. Can I repine?
I fold my hands in patient mood,
My active thought is on the field,
To speed the battle of the good.
My feet may follow not the strife,
Mine eye must watch from dawn till late;
But this sweet blessing on my task—
They also serve who stand and wait.

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