In childhood’s sheltered garden plot;
Give, and the coming years shall show
Each blossom a forget-me-not.
Give, and the dawn of lonesome years
Shall turn to a springtime morning mild;
Give, and receive through a mist of tears,
The blessing of a little child.
Stuart H. Carroll, Sgt., Q.M.C.
REVEILLE
Get up, get up, you sleepy head,