Thy Voice is Heard

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Thy voice is heard through rolling drums
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes
And gives the battle to his hands.
A moment, whilst the trumpets blow,
He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe
And strikes him dead for thine and thee.

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Boy, if I were a man, that would be my life's philosophy. As I'm not, I've got to be satisfied with all the Christendom guys having that as their life's philosophy. And they do!