Page:Poems of Patriotism (1942).djvu/54

 The boys upon the honor roll, God bless them all, I pray! God watch them when they sleep at night, and guard them through the day. We’ve stamped their names upon our walls, the list in glory grows, Our brave boys and our splendid boys who stand to meet our foes.

Oh, here are sons of mothers fair and fathers fine and true, The little ones of yesterday, the children that we knew; We thought of them as youngsters gay, still laughing at their games, And then we found the honor roll emblazoned with their names.

We miss their laughter and their cheer; it seems but yesterday We had them here to walk with us, and now they’ve marched away.