Excerpt from Marching Men: War Verses Labing bugle, throbbing drum Onward, onward hear them come, Like a tide along the street Swells the sound of martial feet On the breeze their colors streaming In the sun their rifles gleaming Pride of country, pride of race Glowing in each ruddy face Marching men, marching men, Leaping pulses keep you pace. Measured, rhythmic, thousands strong, Sounds their tread the whole night long, Beating over heart and brain, Over hopes that bloomed in vain Like the roll of distant thunder That would tear a world asunder All the nation's hope and pride Surging in the tireless tide Marching men, marching men Love goes praying by your side. Deep the pathways they have worn Over women's hearts forlorn. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.