For works with similar titles, see Reveille.
4474762Poems — ReveilleHelen Elizabeth Coolidge
REVEILLE
The bugle sounds! be thine my waking thought!
For love of thee may this day's deeds be wrought;
I gird mine armor—be it my delight
In face of foes to battle for the right.

Be this my prayer, at each new reveille:
"Thy soldier guard and keep him true to thee
Till smoke of battle shall be rolled away,
And, cloudless, dawn the Everlasting Day."