Episode 21: The Two Armies

 

The Two Armies
by Oliver Wendell Holmes

As Life’s unending column pours,
  Two marshalled hosts are seen,—
Two armies on the trampled shores
  That Death flows black between.

 One marches to the drum-beat’s roll,
The wide-mouthed clarion’s bray,
And bears upon a crimson scroll,
  “Our glory is to slay.”

 One moves in silence by the stream,
  With sad, yet watchful eyes,
Calm as the patient planet’s gleam
  That walks the clouded skies.

 Along its front no sabres shine,
  No blood-red pennons wave;
Its banner bears the single line,
  “Our duty is to save.”

For those no death’s bed lingering shade;
  At Honor’s trumpet-call,
With knitted brow and lifted blade
  In Glory’s arms they fall.

For these no clashing falchions bright,
No stirring battle-cry;
The bloodless stabber calls by night,—
  Each answers, “Here am I!”

For those the sculptor’s laurelled bust,
  The builder’s marble piles,
The anthem’s pealing o’er their dust
  Through long cathedral aisles.

For these the blossom-sprinkled turf
  That floods the lonely graves
When Spring rolls in her sea-green surf
  In flowery-foaming waves.

Two paths lead upward from below,
  And angels wait above,
Who count each burning life-drop’s flow,
  Each falling tear of Love.

Though from the Hero’s bleeding breast
  Her pulses Freedom drew,
Though the white lilies in her crest
  Sprang from that scarlet dew,—

While Valor’s haughty champions wait
  Till all their scars are shown,
Love walks unchallenged through the gate,
  To sit beside the Throne!

 
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