MacArthur Page #11

five-star General of the Army,

Dwight David Eisenhower!

What kind of president

do you think he's gonna make?

I think he'll make

a fine president.

He was the best clerk

who ever served under me.

The shadows are

lengthening for me.

Twilight is here.

My days of old have

vanished tone and tint,

they have gone glimmering through

the dreams of things that were.

Their memory is one

of wondrous beauty

watered by tears and coaxed and

caressed by the smiles of yesterday.

I listen vainly, but with thirsty

ear for the witching melody

of faint bugles

blowing reveille,

of far drums

beating the long roll.

In my dreams,

I hear the crash of guns,

the rattle of musketry,

the strange mournful mutter

of the battlefield.

But in the evening of my memory,

always I return

to West Point.

Always there

echoes and reechoes,

duty,

honor,

country.

Today marks my final

roll call with you.

But I want you to know

that when I cross the river,

my last conscious thoughts

will be of the Corps,

and the Corps,

and the Corps.

I bid you

farewell.

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