Not in the trenches, torn by shot and shelling,
Not on the plain,
Bombed by the foe; but calm and unrebelling,
Soldier of Pain!

Facing each day, head high with gallant laughter,
Anguish supreme;
What accolade in what divine hereafter
Shall this redeem?

Through the long night of racked, recurrent waking,
Till the long day,
Fraught with distress, brings but the same heart-breaking
Front for the fray.

In a far land our Nation's patriots, willing,
Fought, and now lie, —
But you — as brave — a harder fate fulfilling,
Dare not to die!