THE SOLDIER.

For gold the merchant ploughs the main,

The farmer ploughs the manor;

But glory is the soldier’s prize,

The soldier’s wealth is honor.

The brave poor soldier ne’er despise;

Nor count him as a stranger;

Remember, he’s his country’s stay

In day and hour o’ danger.

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