My Thoughs Go Marching Like An Armed Host

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MY thoughts go marching like an armed host
  Out of the city of silence, guns and cars;
Troop after troop across my dreams they post
  To the invasion of the winds and stars.
O brave array of youth's untamed desire!
  With thy bold, dauntless captain Hope to lead
His raw recruits to Fate's opposing fire,
  And up the walls of Circumstance to bleed.
How fares the expedition in the end?
  When this, my heart, shall have old age for king
And to the wars no further troop can send, 
  What final message will the arm'stice bring?
The host gone forth in youth the world to meet,
  In age returns --- in victory or defeat?


© William Stanley Braithwaite