| Show GLIMPSES OF MANILA LIFE THAT OUR BOYS WILL SI3IJ NO HORU No more the martini wntch through sodden nights The cannons boom the hurtling bullets call The threatened flcblipaiiK of the Alattscrs bite The keener nn alai of a comrades fall No more the trenches and the aching strain Of darkness veiling the impending blow The chill disconsolate cadence of the rain The tollfulmarcli the skulking brownskinned foe No more the tumult of attack the creeping lull Of rifle shots the quickwon deadstrewn field The languorous days the irksome drill and dull Routine I reveilles tame campsignal daily pealed No more And nowthe laurel and acclaim I The peace the rest the every balm that lies In this fair land emblazoned by your fame That shines a fadeless bow of light in Utahs skies I |