For Home and Honor
To our Soldiers I sing! To the men of our land
Who heard the alarming and sudden command
Arm, arm ye! Our brethren are wronged and oppressed
And rose as one man to obey the behest.
To our Soldiers I sing! To the earnest and true
Who bade to their country a hurried adieu,
And counted as nothing their riches or birth,
To show us that still there are men upon earth.
To our Soldiers I sing! To the heroes so brave,
Who labor contented the weak ones to save,
Who work, or are wounded with shot and with shell,
That we 'neath protection, and safely may dwell.
To our Soldiers I sing! To the men who have died,
That righteousness, honor and truth may abide,
Who marched to the battle, with nobleness mailed
But fell down exhausted—who seemingly failed.
To our Soldiers I sing! To the men who have proved,
How far from mere boasting is goodness removed,
Who, active or passive, or calm 'neath the sod,
Show forth to the world that our trust is in God.