NO ENEMIES

You have no enemies, you say ?

Alas ! who my friend, the boast is poor

He who has mingled in the fray

Of duty, that the brave endure,

Must have made foes ! If you have none;

Small is the work that you have done;

You've hit no traitor on the hip;

You've dashed no cup from prejured lip;

You've never turned the wrong to right

You been a coward in the fight !