“ Because he's joined the colors—he's not dead!
⁠Because he's found his duty, he's not lost!
Through your mother-love, my dear, keep him steady, keep him near,
⁠To the soul he loves—your soul—whate'er the cost!
You aren't alone in heartaches or in doubts;
⁠All mothers feel this burden, newly coined;
Then call your trembling pride to your colors—to your side—
⁠"Be a sport!" and make him glad that he has joined! ”