Let me but kiss the ground they tread,
And breathe a prayer above their sod,
And gather up the drops they shed,
These heroes in the cause of God.
Thomas F. Coakley, Lt., Chaplain.
BILLETS
(Dedicated to the gallant peasants of sunny France, who own them, and the officers of the A.E.F. who made the selection for the proletariat.)
I’ve slept with horse and sad-eyed cow,
I’ve dreamed in peace with bearded goat,
I’ve laid my head on the rusty plow,