Swords and Plowshares/Love's Patriot

​Love's Patriot

I SAW a lad, a beautiful lad,
 With a far-off look in his eye,
Who smiled not on the battle-flag
 When the cavalry troop marched by.

And, sorely vexed, I asked the lad
 Where might his country be
Who cared not for our country's flag
 And the brave from oversea?

"Oh, my country is the Land of Love,"
 Thus did the lad reply;
"My country is the Land of Love,
 And a patriot there am I."

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"And who is your king, my patriot boy,
 Whom loyally you obey?"
"My king is Freedom," quoth the lad.
 "And he never says me nay."
"Then you do as you like in your
 LaN]nd of Love, Where every man is free?"
"Nay, we do as we love," replied the lad,
 And his smile fell full on me.

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