A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here; Then he's thinking more of ot… - Edgar Guest

So long as men shall be on earth
There will be tasks for them to do,
Some way for them to show their worth;
Each day shall bring its problems new.<p>And men shall dream of mightier deeds
Than ever have been done before:
There always shall be human needs
For men to work and struggle for.

It was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul
with German guns;
Every tree that cast a shadow was a sheltering
place for Huns.
Death was guarding every roadway, death was watching
every field,
And behind each rise of terrain was a rapid-fire concealed;
Uncle Sam's Marines had orders: "Drive the Boche
from where they're hid.
For the honor of Old Glory, take the woods!" And
so they did.

I hold no dream of fortune vast,
Nor seek undying fame.
I do not ask when life is past
That many know my name.<p>I may not own the skill to rise
To glory's topmost height,
Nor win a place among the wise,
But I can keep the right.<p>And I can live my life on earth
Contented to the end,
If but a few shall know my worth
And proudly call me friend.