Part 2

Every woman cheered you, some few women wept, Graybeards longed to join you, peaceful babies slept; But the land that bore you her own counsel kept.

Only, through the snowflakes sped a rift of light, Keen as pointed sword-blade and intensely bright-- Like the Lord's hand resting on the ranks of right.

And our hearts would send you, as a song of spring, Unforgotten echoes of the songs you sing, And the hope and courage that the new days bring.

Here's our love and greeting from the old home town; Here's to speedy meeting, and to your renown; Here's to every gallant heart in the khaki brown!