Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red Cross Man
(1916)
“ For you passed in the night, Young Fellow My Lad, And you proved in the cruel testOf the screaming shell and the battle hell That my boy was one of the best."So you'll live, you'll live, Young Fellow My Lad, In the gleam of the evening star,In the wood-note wild and the laugh of the child, In all sweet things that are.And you'll never die, my wonderful boy, While life is noble and true;For all our beauty and hope and joy We will owe to our lads like you." ”
