Yes. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless <br />Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part, <br />But frail clay, nay but foul clay. Here it is: the heart, <br />Since, proud, it calls the calling manly, gives a guess <br />That, hopes that, makesbelieve, the men must be no less; <br />It fancies, feigns, deems, dears the artist after his art; <br />And fain will find as sterling all as all is smart, <br />And scarlet wear the spirit of wár thére express. <br /> <br />Mark Christ our King. He knows war, served this soldiering through; <br />He of all can handle a rope best. There he bides in bliss <br />Now, and séeing somewhére some mán do all that man can do, <br />For love he leans forth, needs his neck must fall on, kiss, <br />And cry ‘O Christ-done deed! So God-made-flesh does too: <br />Were I come o’er again’ cries Christ ‘it should be this’.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soldier-4/
