God bless our boys, our noble boys,
Who went to do their work
In the service of their country;
From no duty did they shirk.
And we would do honor to them,
These, our warriors, true and bold,
Whether they come home a-wearing
Silver stripes, or stripes of gold.
God bless our ever faithful boys
Who "stayed beside the stuff,"
Till the Hun gave up his fighting,
For he said, "It is enough."
And they're coming home to greet us
And when we their stripes behold
Shall be truly filled with gladness
Silver stood behind the gold.
They have never crossed the waters
'Though their hearts have ached to go.
But they've showed no streaks of yellow
When their leader said, "Not so."
They have worked with zeal increasing
And have done what they were told.
And they wear the stripes of silver,
But their hearts are of pure gold.
May the blessing of Almighty
Be with them where'er they go
In the service of their country
Or in homes that love them so.
They have kept their hearts from evil
And have not their manhood sold,
All honor to the brave boys wearing
Stripes of silver, hearts of gold.
God bless our earnest, happy boys
Who come to us once more,
With their joy of having served us
In this world of sorrow sore;
And we want to greet you smiling
As in our, your hands we hold,
We shall know no sore regretting
For the silver or the gold.
But your loved ones who are waiting
For your coming back again,
Are so glad the war is over,
And your service was not vain
And as we shall speak of sorrows
And of joys to you untold,
God's great love be with those wearing
Stripes of silver and of
--Mrs. Louella Heisey
The Daily Tribune, April 30, 1919
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