((With apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson and to The Psalmist.))
"Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Into the shadow of the valley of death
Rode I, a wanderer.
"Forward, and with great praise!
Faith in the Son!" I said.
Into the valley of the shadow of death
Rode I, a wanderer.
... ... ...
Cannon to the right of him,
Cannon to the left of him,
Cannon in front of him,
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell
Boldly he rode as well,
For His rod and staff, they comfort me
And I shall fear no evil."
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