My Orders by Ethelwyn Wetherald

My orders are to fight;

Then if I bleed, or fail,
Or strongly win, what matters it?
God only doth prevail.

The servant craveth naught
Except to serve with might.
I was not told to win or lose—
My orders are to fight.


 

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