1.Earth’s bravest，truest heroes Fight with an unseen foe ，And win a victory grander Than you or I can know.
We little dream of the conflict Fought in each human soul，And Earth knows not of her heroes Upon God‘s honour-roll.
2.One of those little heroes Right proud am I to know ；His name for me is Mother，My name for him is Joe.
At the thought of a ten-year-old hero Would many perhaps have smiled；But a battlefield’s a battlefield，In the heart of man or child.
3.There were plans of mischief brewing ；I saw，but gave no sign ，For I wanted to test the mettleOf this little knightof mine.
“Of course you must come and help us，For we all depend on Joe，”
The boys said；and I waited For his answer-yes or no.
4.He stood and thought for a moment；I read his heart like a book，For the battle that he was fighting Was told in his earnest look.
Then to his waiting playmates Out spoke my loyal knight：
“No，boys；I cannot go with you，For I know it wouldn‘t be right.”
5.How proud was I of my hero，As I knelt by his little bedAnd gave him the bed-time kisses，And the good-night words were said！
True to his Lord and manhood May he stand in the world’s fierce fight，And shuneach unworthyaction，Because it “wouldn‘t be right.”
