A mystic word to get through. Yet we boast.
Don't we stoop when it pricks? Powerful the word
to make restless, yet there it's unconcerned.
To me? why? She as a bait, continues
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.