The Discovery of a Soul
The proof of a man is the danger test,
That shows him up at his worst or best.
He didn't seem to care for work, he wasn't much at school.
His speech was slow and commonplace—you wouldn't call him fool.
And yet until the war broke out you'd calmly pass him by,
For nothing in his make-up or his way would catch your eye.
He seemed indifferent to the world, the kind that doesn't care—
That's satisfied with just enough to eat and drink and wear;