So weary was the young guardsman that it was long past noon, and the sun was shining out of a cloudless blue sky, before he awoke.

Weary with sitting out a losing hand, Twill be some ease to see another play it.

The olden times have passed away, And weary are the new: The fair White Rose has faded From the garden where it grew, And no fond tears save those of heaven

(O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.)

More rode o'er the hill, Come back from foreign wars, His horse's feet were clattering sweet Below the pitiless stars; And in his heart he would repeat "O never again I'll roam; All weary is the going forth, But sweet the coming home!" His linen robes are pure and white, For Fergus

We judged they would be very glad indeed to crawl into those same shelters when night came, for they had been serving the guns all day and plainly were about as weary as men could be.