“ For your dear lad, and my dear lad, are on their way to France.
Between them, through a mist of years, in soldier buff or blue,
Brave comrades from a thousand fields watch now in proud review;
The same old Flag—the same old Faith—the Freedom of the World—
Spells duty in those flapping folds above long ranks unfurled.
Strong are the hearts which bear along Democracy's advance,
As your dear lad, and my dear lad, go on their way to France. ”