The Poetry Corner

To The Soldiers Of Pius Ninth.

By Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Warriors true, 'tis no false glory For which now you peril life, - For no worthless aim unholy, Do ye plunge into the strife; No unstable, fleeting vision Bright before your gaze hath shone, No day dream of wild ambition, Now your footsteps urges on: But a cause both great and glorious, Worthy of a Christian's might, One which yet shall be victorious, - 'Tis the cause of God and right: Men! by aim more pure and holy Say, could soldiers be enticed? Strike for truth and conscience solely, Strike for Pius and for Christ. Even like the brave Crusaders - Heroes true and tried of old, You would check the rash invaders Of all that we sacred hold. And though hosts your steps beleaguer, Full of might and martial pride; For the conflict be you eager - God Himself will be your guide! Soldiers of the Cross, remember In the cause you fight for now, 'Tis not earthly wreaths you gather To adorn the dauntless brow; But the laurels bright - unfading, Never from you to be riven - Which will yet your brows be shading In the shining courts of Heaven.