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 And here where once their smiles were seen we keep a printed scroll; The absent boy we long to see is on the honor roll.

So quickly did the summons come we scarcely marked the change, One day life marched its normal pace, the next all things seemed strange, And when we questioned where they were, the sturdiest of us all, We saw the silent honor roll on each familiar wall.

The laughter that we knew has gone; the merry voice of youth No longer rings where graybeards sit, discussing somber truth. No longer jests are flung about to rouse our weary souls, For they who meant so much to us are on our honor rolls.