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  Not optimists who smugly smile And preach that in a little while The clouds will fade before the sun, But cheerful men who’ll bear a gun, And hopeful men, of courage stout, Who’ll see disaster round about And yet will keep their faith, and fight, And gain the victory for right.

Home to the folks with tender eyes, Home to the old, familiar skies And the mother smile and the gentle hand, Home once more to my native land— What sweeter song can a soldier sing After the battle’s thundering?