"Aren't the visions of the young men, and the dreams of the old always happy? It is in passing through life from one to the other that our courage fails and our hearts sadden. And these phantoms are of such stuff as dreams are made of and they may not falter or grow weary, or grow old. Youth always has a happy ending—even in death. It is when youth ends in life that we may question its happiness."
And so we left our fancies and walked to the big guns far forward and gazed into the sunset, where home lay, home, and the things that were real, and dear, and worth while.
THE END
APPENDIX A
A Soldier's Song
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Love, though these hands that rest in thine so
Love, though our dreams shall have no hope but
dear, Back in-to dust, may crum-ble
this, Love, though our faith must be our
with-the year; Love, though these lips, that
rar-est bliss; Love, though the years may
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