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whose eyes pursue With admiration every line now passing in review. But when a gallant regiment appears thus on parade, A little vain of its fine looks, and conscious of its grade, Each soldier, (since a time of peace allows him to be gay), Aspires to be attentive to the ladies on the way, And stares at every pretty face, with no wish to be rude, But, then, you know, a regiment is never quite ... a prude! And this explains why Captain Short has said to Captain Tall, Despite the order which enjoins strict silence upon all, "A lovely girl!" "Is that so? Where?" "Beside the window there." "By Jove! I'd like to know her. She is divinely fair!" Then both a little thoughtfully move on with some regret, And now the entire regiment the lovely girl has met; Across the broad, resplendent ranks she looks now left, now right, Now straight before her, but as yet no smiles her features light; More than one mounted officer, with flashing sabre, wheels His well-groomed horse, and calls to him the sergeant at his heels; And makes excuse of some detail, endeavoring the while, Perhaps half consciously, to win the favor of a smile. In vain; the glance he hopes to gain, as hero of her heart, Comes not; but rank forbids delay, he must at once depart. The Colonel even has remarked this charming thoughtful girl, And gives to his fine gray moustache the customary twirl; A handsome man, with uniform whose gilded lustre shines From clanking spur to epaulette with stars and golden lines; He knows how potent is the spell such ornaments impart To make of soldiers demi-gods in woman's gentle heart. "The Flag! The Flag!" The crowd is thrilled to see it now advance! Hail, Colors of the Fatherland! Hail, Banner of Fair France! Hail, wounded emblem of the brave; blood-red, and heaven's blue, And purest white,--the noble Flag, now waving in our view! Standard sublime, that moves all hearts, as now thy form unrolls, Our dead seem shrouded in thy folds, stirred by the breath of souls! The color-bearer, young as Hope, and still a charming boy, In rhythm to the beating hearts and symphony of joy, Sways gently, as he bears it on, the emblem of a land Whose sons will in united ranks all enemies withstand. The young lieutenant, on whose face the standard's shadow falls, Knows well it makes him pass admired between those human walls, And that its presence lifts him high above the rank and file, And gains for him a sentiment worth many a pretty smile.
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