In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

Hark!—can we not hear the sweet echoes to-day,

As from camp grounds afar comes the soft reveillé?

Oh, soldiers, still serving in ranks like their own,

But a little more quiet, more dignified, grown,

Still fighting from morning till set of the sun,

Each day new defeats or fresh victories won,

Pressing onward, undaunted still, shoulder to shoulder,

With our hearts growing young as our muskets grow older,

Let us take for our motto, emblazoned in light,

That stern old command of Forward—Guide Right!