For never night shall thrill with joy
Nor day be free from gloom
Until once more our soldier boy
Shall occupy his room.
Envy
It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;
We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun,
And upon your manly shoulders fall the burdens of the strife;
Yours must be the sacrifices of the trial time of life.