Of stern duty, all the while, who can say
Which the most deserve the name, writ in fame?
Those who fell ’mid shot and flame, on land or main,
Or those who in obscurer strife
Have given heart, and soul, and life
For husband ill, for child, or wife, in duty “tame”?
Well, Tommy stood, sturdy and grave—no slave—
His soul had what we well might crave; no knave
Was he; but faithful in the daily fight,
Cheerful, happy, eager, bright—