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Title: Weaning Time
Author: W. E. Christian [ More Titles by Christian]
(To A. W. D.) Mothers, O, ye mothers of the land! With broods of sisters, brothers--hand in hand-- 'Tis weaning time. Clip ye the thread That apron-strings the lad! Give him his head! Pluck from your teat the clinging lip That should be tight with valor's grip! "You were my child-in-arms," she said; "Suckled I you, and gave you bed; But now you are my man, my son. For battle lost or battle won, Go, find your captain; take your gun, To stand with France against the Hun! Reck not that tears might wet your crib; Nor fear my fondling of the bib You wore--when you are gone. Your mother will not be alone; Her love-mate will be Duty Done: Her nights will kiss that midnight sun. If tears? They will be tears of Joy, For having milked a man, my boy. Farewell and live, heart of my heart. God steel my soul! I bid you start! He goes! God knows I idol him. And may no backward glance Unheart me now. To France! To France! Fair France of La Fayette's romance. My man-in-arms advance, advance! Take down your grand-sire's crimsoned lance! For man-wide Freedom and for France!"
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