On!

Great love is in the world, it gathers force,
And all its pining soldiers take for arms
Poems and songs and speeches of desire,
Plan joyed attacks in straight or side-ways course,
With hair in place, well-suited, manned with charms,
Controlling passion to respectable low fire,
That they might conquer beauties grand, sincere,
And win high glory’s fame a lifelong year.
Oh, happy sergeant I, who seeks to rise
To captain—at the least! I lead the charge,
“On! Onward to the lips of Paradise!
Let no turned cheek forestall! Breathe burning speech
To ears, sing love to eyes, press poems so large
They’re welcomed as embracements heroes teach,
And then, exulting, tell her you will die
Happily, no matter what reply!”

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