'Tis not the untried soldier new to danger
    Who fears to enter into active strife.
Amidst the roll of drums, the cannon's rattle,
    He craves adventure, and thinks not of life.

But the scarred veteran knows the price of glory,
    He does not court the conflict or the fray.
He has no longing to rehearse that gory
    And most dramatic act, of war's dark play.

He who to love has always been a stranger,
    All unafraid may linger in your spell.
My heart has known the warfare, and its danger.
    It craves no repetition---so farewell.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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