The Two Troopers

Swift troopers twain ride side by side
Throughout life's long campaign.
They make a jest of all man's pride,
And oh, the havoc ! As they ride
They cannot count their slain.

The one is young and debonair,
And laughing swings his blade !
The Zephyrs toss his golden hair.,
His eyes are blue ; he is so fair
He seems a masking maid.
The other is a warrior grim,
Dark as a midnight storm ;
There is no man can cope with him,
We shrink and tremble in each limb
Before his awful form.

Yet though men fear the sombre foe
More than the gold-tressed youth,
The boy with every careless blow
More than the trooper grim lays low,
And causes earth more ruth.

Keener his mocking sword doth prove
Than flame or winter's breath :
Men bear his wounds to the realm above,
For the little trooper's name is Love,
His comrade 's only Death.