The Reunion

Close ih! The'BnesarelesBeningfast; The blasta of death are sweeping paet, And he who missed i on the fleld Wheré shot and shell his track revealed Wlth silent tread is stealing on. Our rátíksare thinued.our comrades goue; Tlie buttle cnll will 30UHd retreat- We omvard move owv fo?; to greet - Close up: Close up! ïheu iorward maren. Each year seea thousandè lyinglow. And ve ivho 3tay bave steps more slow: The frosta of tinie have touehed each head; Our speech is grave, cur jests all sped. 8till facing front, uuuonuuered, brave, Ve rally where our truerdons wave, Knov.-inV tïat soon We'shall all hear ' The siennl soundinsc fnll and clear. ' "Put ont the liehts : Put . out-the lights ! "