PART III—OTHER VERSES

_My Sapphire_ _The Twins_ _On Sending My Book to an English Friend_ _Immortal Keats_ _To a Little Girl_ _God_ _The Golden Day_ _Notes_

MY COMRADES IN THE RANKS.

_You chose no easy Service, No safe job, friends of mine, But the mud of the shell-torn, trenches And the foremost battle-line. No camouflage patriotism— Though you had from a wealth to choose But the wicked work of No Man’s Land, Filling a man’s-size shoes._

_You didn’t say you wouldn’t play If you got no shoulder bars— You even placed your Country Above a general’s stars: For shocking, very shocking, You didn’t give a damn About your "social status," When you fought for Uncle Sam._

_Friends of mine, friends of mine, I’ve shared your toil and tears— Your dangers and your little woes, When days were turned to years. I may not make them understand The things that you have done, But God bless you and God keep you— Every blessed mother’s son._