By street and lane, by field and square—
To answer the Voice appealing!
One by one they have put down
The tool, the pen, and the racquet;
One by one they have donned the brown
And the blue, the knapsack and jacket;
With a smile for the friend of a happier day,
With a kiss for the love that would bid them stay—
They are off by the train and packet.
What fate, what star, what sun, what field,