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The Little Soldier

"When I'm big I'll be a soldier--
That's what I will be;
Fight for father, fight for mother,
Over land and sea!"
And before him on the table
Stood in bright array
All his little wooden soldiers,
Ready for the fray.
Then he charged his little cannon,
Singing out in glee,
"When I'm big I'll be a soldier--
That's what I will be."

By the firelight sat the mother;
Tears were in her heart,
Thinking of the swift time coming
When they two must part.

Soon the shadow fell between them--
Soon the years flew by;
He had left his little mother--
Left her, perhaps to die.
All the laughter gone forever,
All the sunshine fled;
Only little mother praying
By his empty bed.

Then there came a dreadful battle,
And upon the plain
Crept the little mother, seeking
Some one 'mid the slain;
But she never found her darling
In the white moon gleam,
For the little cannon firing
Woke her from her dream,
All a dream! He stood beside her,
Singing out with glee,
"When I'm big I'll be a soldier--
That's what I will be!"

~J.L. Malloy