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Today my country calls, she needs her son To fight the Japs and Hitler too. No coming back until the job is done. This is as honest men would do.
IN THE STORM
Hear the gale roaring through the woods! Trees bend and snap and sway; They race and break on this dark day. If I could fashion some sturdy hoods To hold the storm at bay, Then trim and straight would all trees stay. But great trees knotted by winds' moods, Like men who face their care, Stand scarred yet stanch and bravely there.
TO US
O petty trifles! Why cling to us so? Our time in doing small things quite consumed, And hearts protected like earth worms encased, Always singing childish songs, sol me do, And crawling safe in shady vales below, Like snails advancing, scoff and hurt endured, Dead there upon the rack, no port secured. O brother plant, some grains of corn will grow! The faithful farmer sows live fertile seed. Be not a grub but rise and stretch hands up When on the height reach down to troubled friend, And lift your fellowmen, toil not for greed. Wash out the grounds and fill the empty cup. The rose will bloom where rocky pathways wend.
THE FLY AND THE SPIDER
The big black fly was in a sorry plight; She hung and dangled in a spider's web. It was too late to make a hurried flight. The sand is sifting and the tides will ebb.
The spider then drew dose his silken thread, It was no use to ask the reason why. He only wished to eat and save his head, And he must catch his breakfast, or die.
HER GOOD BYE
I love you, Darling, sweetheart mine, Our troth is pledged, O joy divine! With apple blossoms in my hair I hope and breathe a fervent prayer To keep my trust all down the years, And love you always through the tears. O heart of mine, my feet do sing As down the aisle into the Spring Of bursting bud and lilac time, Of budding trees and robin rhyme, So tenderly, Dear, I love you. In happiness I go with you Now in sunshine to follow on And into dark when you are gone. Then back again from misty night And at the dawn in coming light. At sunup when the Japs are caught You will come when the battle's fought. And then glad shouts the whole day long, With ringing bells 'ten billion strong.
HILLS AND VALLEYS WAKE
My ears have heard the larks at dawn, Their bright sweet carols sing, With burst of morning sun And all the meadows ring.
My eyes have seen the shining gold, That rimmed a purple cloud, And sheets of olive green there spread, While night puts on a shroud.
And in the east a moon that gleamed With grey blue light and sheen, On misty, drooping willow trees, O fair and silent scene.
These are not half the things I see On lovely nights and brilliant days, It seems that hills and valleys wake To make such holidays.
MORNING THANKSGIVING
We thank our God this Autumn day, As birds are waking in the vale, For health and strength to walk his way, Let justice and peace prevail. And for this food that's waiting here, Now fill our hearts with faith and love; And bless our loved ones far and near, O God, our Father up above.
OFF TO THE WOODS
All nature dons a cool green coat, Soft breezes blow and white clouds float; The blue jay screams his piercing note.
The April sun shines fine today, And all the world is bright and gay. Small twinkling leaves now dance and play!
The Spring has made a grand debut; And turned up sod is reddish blue, Where last year's roses bloomed for you.
And to the woods then let us hie To gather sorrel for a pie, And pick some posies from the rye.
O Daughter come, a walk is free, Lock up the house and bring the key; For sing we must in joy and glee.
THE HAPPY CAMPERS
Burning brush In morning hush While bacon fragrance floats.
Daylight dreams Along bright streams With knapsack and light coats.
Wind blown hair, They march and share And sing the happy notes.
THE PROMISE
O Glendolyn, the life of my being, O Darling, the good in your heart! Bright eyes in the flash of a moment Grow sad as the time nears to part, Tears well in the midst of the laughter, Unbidden as the showers in Spring. Although the days cloud, but after The future will brighten and sing.
O Glendolyn, weep not at my going, The weary long hours will pass; And dawn with its flame and a promise Will touch the grey sod and dry grass. The elm in the garden will flower And the hills on the plains be shining. That day, then the battle is over, I will come with swift feet, my Darling.
IN REFLECTION
In the morning of my youth When my veins were full of strength There was Dad and Mom to say What to do. They spoke at length.
Did I listen to the truth? Much of it has passed me by. Now if only some one would Speak to me and tell me why.
MEN MUST TOIL
We wakened in the morning The wind had blown up cold; And too, the oaks were grumbling Like men agrowing old.
We must all work this morning, Though rough and harsh outside, Men labor in the storming For all must eat betide.
THAT CLOSE DRAWN VEIL
If we could lift that close drawn veil and see, The anxious hours might pass in rest and sleep. But wait! Could men but sow and counting reap? Who would toil on when knowing loss must be? No wild glad hoping with expectancy! And wooing lover then might he not weep? The fortune which would grieve--no shop to keep. Enough. Man can climb higher and be free. Leave be the veil and let men struggle through. Let roots strike down and seek the growing needs; And living stock stretch up toward the sun With life and hope. Then let men work and woo, Not anchorless, nor tumbling drift as weeds. Fulfilment in the end and laurel won.
OUR MORNING LESSON
Love our neighbors as ourselves, May we fit in where we can, Love our God and praise his name Is God's law for mortal man.
WHEN THE BOYS COME HOME
Bright smiles and many tear drops Are begging loved ones stay; For not all soldier boys come home When bugles call today.
Brave lassies wait, toiling, hoping, And keep the hearth brushed clean, The home fires glowing brightly With all about serene.
The heart grows weary often, For hours and days are long. But when the fight is over The land will ring with song.
With all the maidens singing The full and happy notes, While men go shouting, marching, At sight of khaki coats.
And Main Street pushing, crowding, Will be a surging stream, For when this war is over Our joy will be supreme.
THE PRESS OF FLOZARI
COLOPHON
This is number 103 of the Torchbearers' Chapbooks, printed by hand at the Pegasus Studio, from hand-set 10 point Century on Eggshell book paper, in an edition of 106 copies and the type distributed.
Copies may be secured from the author, at 75? each, postpaid Clara M. Beede, 304 West 102 St., Apt., 1-A, New York City 25, N.Y.
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