Minstrel

When from the field returning, Love is a warrior’s yearning, Love in his heart is burning, Love is his dream. Talk not to him of glory, Speak not of faces gory, Sing of love’s tender story, Make it thy theme. Sing of his lady’s tresses, Sing of the smile that blesses, Sing of the sweet caresses, And yet again Sing of fair children’s faces, Sing of the dear home graces, Sing till the vacant places, Ring with thy strain. Yet as the days go speeding, Shall he arise unheeding Love songs or words of pleading, Strong in his might! Helmet and armour wearing, Hies he to deeds of daring, Forth to the battle faring, Back to the fight. Sing now of ranks contending, Sing of loud voices blending, Sing of great warriors sending Death to their foes! Sing of war missiles humming, Strike into martial drumming, Sing of great victory coming, As forth he goes. Back to the battle faring, Back into deeds of daring, Back to the fight.