Clear weather lighted my room,
Unaware dark crawled into the shadow of the broom,
What might follow the glance of the eye of the light,
Into the bitter which always craved to be better,
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.