I.
The Sentinels:
Uniforms of green—hardy and erect, they wait until mustered—keeping watch throughout the seasons.
The Army:
In glittering array the army stands for inspection.
Russet, gold and green are their uniforms, with trimmings of scarlet.
Unmoved they will stand and receive all onslaughts—and if some fall in the battle, those remaining will still be firm of purpose—turning ever a smile of welcome and holding out arms to those who seek them.
Red and russet and gold——
Green and bronze and scarlet——
How brave in all their glory—how steadfast to their purpose—how gratefully do they bend their heads when a wave of love goes to them!
Majestic—serene—content to fill their allotted place—asking not the perfume of lilies, nor scent of roses—seeking not the sparkling splendor of jewels—content with the Emerald, Ruby and Topaz, which they hold within their own domain.
So muses the recruit, as with head high and shoulders back he wanders through the woods—saying farewell to all the friends of his boyhood.
The Sentinels!
How they have guarded the old home from the blasts!
How joyfully have the regiment given of their life, in order that others might revel in their force, and uniting to protect all who sought their shelter. This was what he must keep ever in mind—to follow his army friends and do with gladness whatever came his way—without thought of honors—only with love for all—and cheerfully obey.
Taking a bit of the uniform of his sentinel friends, and a bit of russet and gold and scarlet, too, he softly places them in his pocket and with a salute goes out to join his company.