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MY LITTLE HERO

1. Earth´s bravest, truest heroes

Fight with an unseen foe ,

And win a victory grander

Than you or I can know.

We little dream of the conflic

Fought in each human soul,

And Earth knows not of her heroes

Upon God´s honour-roll.

2.One of those little heroes

Right proud am I to know ;

His name for me is Mother,

My name for him is Joe.

At the thought of a ten-year-old hero

Would many perhaps have smiled;

But a battlefield´s a battlefiel

In the heart of man or child.

3. There were plans of mischief brewing ;

I saw, but gave no sign ,

For I wanted to test the mettle

Of this little knight of mine.

“Of course you must come and help us,

For we all depend on Joe,”

The boys said; and I waited

For his answer—yes or no.

4. He stood and thought for a moment;

I read his heart like a book,

For the battle that he was fi ghting

Was told in his earnest look.

Then to his waiting playmates

Out spoke my loyal knight:

“No, boys; I cannot go with you,

For I know it wouldn´t be right.”

5. How proud was I of my hero,

As I knelt by his little bed

And gave him the bed-time kisses,

And the good-night words were said!

True to his Lord and manhood

May he stand in the world´s fi erce fi ght,

And shun each unworthy action,

Because it “wouldn´t be right.”

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