Ten Thousand Men A Day

All the world was wearying,          All the world was sad;     Everything was shadow-filled;          Things were going bad.     Then a rumour stirred all hearts          As a wind stirs trees -     Ten thousand men a day          Coming over seas!     Soon we saw them marching by -          God! what a sight! -     Shoulders back, and heads erect,          Faces full of light.     Smiling like a morn in May,          Moving like a breeze,     Ten thousand men a day          Coming over seas.     Weary soldiers worn with war          Lifted up their eyes,     Shadows seemed to fade a bit,          Dawn was in the skies.     Hope sprang to troubled hearts,          Strength to tired knees:     Ten thousand men a day          Were coming over seas.     France and England swarmed with them,          Khaki-clad and young,     Filled with all the joy of life -          Into line they swung.     Waning valour rose anew          At the sight of these     Ten thousand men a day          Coming over seas.     Still they come - and still they come          In their strength and pride.     Victory with radiant mien          Marches on beside.     Victory is here to stay,          Every heart agrees,     With ten thousand men a day          Coming over seas.