Parade-Song of the Camp-Animals. 6. All The Beasts Together Children of the Camp are we, Serving each in his degree; Children of the yoke and goad, Pack and harness, pad and load. See our line across the plain, Like a heel-rope bent again, Reaching, writhing, rolling far, Sweeping all away to war! While the men that walk beside, Dusty, silent, heavy-eyed, Cannot tell why we or they March and suffer day by day. Children. of the Camp are we, Serving each in his degree; Children of the yoke and goad, Pack and harness, pad and load! |
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