He was not listed with the troops abroad
He carried neither bayonet, nor gun,
No grateful throng stood ready to applaud
The devastating battle he had won;
He fought his pride, his selfishness, his ease,
The battle was deep in his own heart
And though he conquered all his enemies
No chant of triumph sounded in the Mart.
His name is not upon the honor roll.
No medals spangle on his manly chest,
But the God who looks upon the soul
Hath kept a place for him among the blest
Because he conquered self: the only foe
Who could have dealt to him a mortal blow.
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