Ethelwyn Wetherald

(26 April 1857 - 9 March 1940 / Rockwood, Ontario)

My Orders - Poem by Ethelwyn Wetherald

My orders are to fight;
Then if I bleed, or fail,
Or strongly win, what matters it?
God only doth prevail.
The servant craveth naught
Except to serve with might.
I was not told to win or lose,–
My orders are to fight.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 16, 2010

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