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FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
The VIGILANTES Books 
 
 FIFES AND DRUMS. A Collection of Poems of 
 America at War. 12mo. H2 pp. $1.00. 
 
 THE VIGILANTES 
 
 A NON-PARTISAN ORGANIZATION OF AUTHORS, 
 ARTISTS AND OTHERS 
 
 PURPOSES 
 
 To arouse the country to a realization of the impor- 
 tance of the problems confronting the American people. 
 
 To awaken and cultivate in the youth of the country 
 a sense of public service and an intelligent interest in 
 citizenship and national problems. 
 
 To work vigorously for preparedness; mental, moral 
 and physical. 
 
 EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE 
 
 Porter Emerson Browne Monroe Douglas Robinson 
 Ellis Parker Butler Julian Street 
 
 Irvin S. Cobb Augustus Thomas 
 
 Thomas C. Desmond Charles Hanson Towne 
 Hermann Hagedorn Robert J. Wildhack 
 
 Charles J. Rosebault, 
 
 Managing Editor. 
 
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 THE VIGILANTES 
 
 505 Fifth Avenue New York City 
 
The VIGILANTES Books 
 
 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 A COLLECTION OF POEMS 
 OF AMERICA AT WAR 
 
 NEW YORK 
 GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY 
 
\,\ O & Co 
 
 COPYRIGHT, 1917, 
 BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY 
 
 JUN 30 1917 
 
 PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OP AMERICA 
 
 
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FOREWORD 
 
 These poems, written under the immediate 
 of great events by those who have banded 
 ^s together under the name of The Vigi- 
 lantes, furnish a striking record of the emotional 
 reactions of the American people during the fort- 
 night preceding and the six weeks following the 
 declaration of war. They are presented to the 
 public in the belief that men and women in every 
 corner of the Union will find reflected in them 
 some of the love and aspiration they themselves 
 are experiencing for their re-discovered country. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 America Unafraid . . . Charles Hanson Towne . 13 
 
 The Ultimate Argument . Arthur Guiterman ... 16 
 
 The Song Marion Couthouy Smith . 18 
 
 Peace with a Sword . . Abbie Far well Brown . . 22 
 
 The Pacifist's Lament . Don Marquis .... 24 
 
 At Any Price .... Lee Wilson Dodd ... 25 
 
 The Answer Marion Couthouy Smith . 29 
 
 In Time of Danger . . Clinton Scollard ... 31 
 
 To America Lee Wilson Dodd ... 33 
 
 Ode to Tonsilitis . . . Wallace Irwin .... 35 
 
 April 2nd Theodosia Garrison . . 37 
 
 The Flag Goes Up . . . Amelia Josephine Burr . 38 
 
 Fall In! Amelia Josephine Burr . 40 
 
 Black Flag! Edith M. Thomas ... 42 
 
 A Song of Democracy . . Lee Wilson Dodd ... 44 
 
 Our Aim ...... Louis How 47 
 
 The Binding of the Beast George Sterling ... 49 
 
 The Flag George E. Woodberry . . 53 
 
 To All Americans . . . Amelia Josephine Burr . 5$ 
 
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Vlll 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 Wae Song of America 
 Processional . 
 Omniscient Mr. Fall . 
 The Stars and Stripes 
 The German-American 
 Oub Bargain 
 Blow, O Ye Bugles 
 America in Arms 
 To the Allies .. . 
 Of Kings .... 
 
 The Kaiser 
 
 Grantland Rice 
 Cale Young Rice . 
 Lee Wilson Dodd . 
 Theodosia Garrison 
 Katherine Lee Bates 
 Amelia Josephine Burr 
 Clinton Scollard 
 Percy MacKaye 
 Laura E. Richards 
 Clinton Scollard 
 Florence Earle Coates 
 
 The Return of the Exiles George E. Woodberry 
 Messengers . . . . . Florence Mary Bennett 
 Shoulder to Shoulder . Clinton Scollard 
 
 The Roundabout Commit- 
 tee and the Circumlocu- 
 tion Board 
 
 America .... 
 
 America, To Arms! . 
 
 A Lesson in Manners 
 
 Come to the Colors 
 
 Our Flag in France 
 
 The American Flag 
 
 Wallace Irwin . 
 Lee Wilson Dodd 
 
 PAGE 
 
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 59 
 61 
 64 
 66 
 68 
 70 
 71 
 74 
 76 
 77 
 79 
 80 
 82 
 
 84 
 88 
 
 Blanche ShoemakerWagstaff 91 
 Theodosia Garrison 
 Laura E. Richards 
 Marion Couihouy Smith 
 Theodosia Garrison 
 
 The Young Blood Speaks Mary Farley Sanborn . 
 
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 94 
 96 
 98 
 100 
 
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 CONTENTS 
 
 IX 
 
 Marching with Papa 
 
 PAGE 
 
 
 Percy MacKaye . 
 
 102 
 
 
 
 105 
 
 
 
 107 
 
 
 . M. E. Buhler . . . . 
 
 110 
 
 To Our Women . 
 
 . Amelia Josephine Burr 
 
 111 
 
 To the Mothers 
 
 . Marion Couthouy Smith 
 
 113 
 
 The Girls They Left 
 
 Be- 
 
 
 hind Them 
 
 . Theodosia Garrison 
 
 115 
 
 A French Captain . 
 
 . Amelia Josephine Burr . 
 
 117 
 
 The Recruit 
 
 . Reginald Wright Kauffmar 
 
 i 119 
 
 Prayer During Battle 
 
 . Hermann Hagedorn 
 
 121 
 
 They Also Serve . 
 
 . Faith Baldwin . 
 
 122 
 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr 
 
 124 
 
 Concerning Planting . 
 
 . John Curtis Underwood . 
 
 126 
 
 Spades Are Trumps! 
 
 . John Kemble . 
 
 130 
 
 The War of Bread 
 
 . . Edith M. Thomas . . 
 
 132 
 
 Columbia's Shop 
 
 . Theodosia Garrison 
 
 . 134 
 
 The Childless . 
 
 . Amelia Josephine Burr 
 
 . 136 
 
 The Test . . . 
 
 
 . 138 
 
 A Song of Confidence 
 
 . Theodosia Garrison 
 
 . 139 
 
 "Ride, Vigilantes!" 
 
 : . Edith M. Thomas . . 
 
 . 141 
 
Surely the time for making songs has come 
 Now that the Spring is in the air again. 
 Trees blossom though men bleed; and after rain 
 
 The robins hop; and soon the bees will hum. 
 
 Long was the winter, long our lips were dumb. 
 
 Long under snow our loyal dreams have lain. 
 Surely the time for making songs has come 
 
 Now that the Spring is in the air again. 
 
 The Spring! — with bugles and a rumbling drum! 
 Oh, builders of high music out of pain, 
 Now is the hour with singing to make vain 
 
 The boast of kings in Pandemonium! 
 
 Surely the time for making songs has come! 
 
 E. E. 
 
FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 AMERICA UNAFRAID 
 
 America will wake 
 
 To the stern task before her. She will break 
 
 The bonds of Sloth and dull Indifference, 
 
 And, with the soul of Lincoln in her eyes, 
 
 Dare to be great and wise; 
 
 Dare to be valiant with the valor still 
 
 That echoes from the crest of Bunker Hill; 
 
 The valor that gave Grant and Lee their fame 
 
 After the battle-flame; 
 
 The valor that has kept our country whole 
 
 While the clean years unroll; 
 
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 The valor that has giv'n us all body, and heart, 
 and soul! 
 
 II 
 
 America will be 
 
 As one in her old love of Liberty. 
 
 She will remember naught of party and creed 
 
 In her great hour of need; 
 
 But one in spirit, one in high accord, 
 
 Her people will await the final word 
 
 That bids them strike for Justice. Her keen 
 
 sword 
 Will never be unsheathed, save in the name of 
 
 Christ, our Lord ! 
 
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 in 
 
 There is a fear 
 
 Running through our broad country, far and 
 
 near; 
 A rumor that foul traitors at our gate 
 Whisper, and plan, and wait; 
 
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 A rumor that beneath us crawls the hostile worm 
 
 of hate. . . . 
 It may be so! But I believe that now 
 Each man can disavow 
 Old enmities, and., loyal to the end, 
 Count it his privilege to be his country's friend; 
 Count it his right to suffer for the land 
 That hailed him, and stretched forth a welcoming 
 
 hand 
 When he, heart-broken, from an alien shore, 
 Came as a stranger to our open door. 
 
 IV 
 
 America, beware! 
 
 Lest, knowing the red burden you must bear, 
 
 You falter now ! We pray for Peace — white Peace ; 
 
 Yet if soft days must cease, 
 
 We shall go forth, fearless, and as one, 
 
 Until our task for Liberty is done. 
 
 Charles Hanson Toivne. 
 
THE ULTIMATE ARGUMENT 
 
 Before the high court of King Lion the Strong 
 The wily Hyena appeared with a throng 
 Of Jackals as witnesses, charging the Ass 
 With wronging him foully by eating the grass. 
 
 "This rogue," the Hyena indignantly cried, 
 "Without any warrant express or implied, 
 Devours the herbage so luscious and sweet 
 And cruelly leaves me with nothing to eat. 
 I pray the Court, therefore, to grant me relief, 
 Including permission to dine on the thief." 
 
 The Ass pleaded humbly with down-hanging ears, 
 
 (Addressing a Jury composed of his peers) : 
 
 "Dear friends, that I graze in the meadow is true, 
 
 But not without warrant. My course I pursue 
 
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 By right of a Document sealed with a Seal — 
 King Solomon's firman which none may repeal." 
 
 "Ha!" snarled the Hyena; "but where is your 
 
 proof?" 
 "My warrant is writ/' said the Ass, "on my hoof." 
 "Indeed!" sneered the Plaintiff; "then show it, I 
 
 beg." 
 "Look well !" brayed the Ass, as he drew up a leg. 
 Close peered the Hyena. The Ass gave a snort 
 And kicked the Conspirator clean out of Court. 
 
 L'Envoi 
 
 While Patience is praiseworthy, even in Gath, 
 
 And Sweetness may possibly turn away Wrath, 
 
 The mildest can have but one answer to give 
 
 Oppressors who question their title to live. 
 
 Arthur Guiterman. 
 
THE SONG 
 
 Along the misty beaches, where the great wind- 
 voices cry, 
 
 Where the sea's reverberant thunder sends its chal- 
 lenge to the sky, 
 
 And its deeper echoes lure us, from the countries 
 where they die — 
 
 A song is sounding on ! 
 
 I can hear it, clear and urgent, over all the break- 
 ers' rage; 
 
 It is pleading for the memory of a noble heri- 
 tage; 
 
 'Twas a woman's voice that sang it, in a past 
 
 heroic age — 
 
 Its call is sounding on. 
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 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of 
 the Lord; 
 
 He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes 
 of wrath are stored. 
 
 He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terri- 
 ble swift sword; 
 
 His truth is marching on. 
 
 It is calling with the sea- winds far across the 
 
 troubled wave, 
 Where Belgium in her beauty lies all one trampled 
 
 grave, 
 And still her proud defenders lift the paean of the 
 
 brave — 
 
 Her soul is marching on ! 
 
 It cries along the bloody fields, from Russia back 
 
 to France, 
 Where the great united nations hold the savage 
 
 foe's advance; 
 
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 Where the stars above the trenches meet the sol- 
 dier's dying glance — 
 
 Its call is sounding on. 
 
 I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows 
 
 of steel; 
 "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My 
 
 grace shall deal; 
 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent 
 
 with his heel, 
 
 Since God is marching on." 
 
 My country — oh, my country! Clear-sighted then 
 and strong, 
 
 A shield for the defenceless and a flame against 
 the wrong, 
 
 True to the ringing echoes of that mighty march- 
 ing song 
 
 That still is sounding on — 
 
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 My country — oh, my country ! The old brave call 
 
 has come; 
 Too long your steps were lagging, too long your 
 
 soul was dumb; 
 Tune now your wakening pulses to the throbbing 
 
 of the drum, 
 
 While God is marching on. 
 
 He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never 
 call retreat; 
 
 He is sifting out the hearts of men before His 
 judgment seat; 
 
 Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubi- 
 lant, my feet! 
 
 Our God is marching on. 
 
 Marion Couthouy Smith. 
 
PEACE WITH A SWORD 
 
 Peace ! How we love her and the good she brings 
 
 On broad, benignant wings ! 
 
 And we have clung to her — how close and long, 
 
 While she has made us strong! 
 
 Now we must guard her lest her power cease, 
 
 And in the harried world be no more peace. 
 
 Even with a sword, 
 
 Help us, O Lord! 
 
 For us no patient peace, the weary goal 
 
 Of a war-sickened soul; 
 
 No peace that battens on misfortune's pain, 
 
 Swollen with selfish gain, 
 
 Bending slack knees before a calf of gold, 
 
 With nerveless fingers impotent to hold 
 
 The freeman's sword — 
 
 Not this, O Lord ! 
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 Not peace bought for us by the martyred dead 
 
 Of countries reeking red; 
 
 No peace flung to us from a tyrant's hand, 
 
 Sop to a servile land. 
 
 Our Peace the State's strong arm holds high and 
 
 free, 
 The "placid Peace she seeks in liberty/' 
 Yea, "with a sword." 
 Help us, O Lord! 
 
 Bring out the banners that defied a king; 
 Then tattered colors bring 
 Thai; made a nation one from sea to sea, 
 In godly liberty. 
 
 Unsheathe the patriot sword in time of need, 
 America ! Forth, forth your armies lead ! 
 "Peace, with a sword ! 
 
 Help us, O Lord!" 
 
 Abbie Farwell Brown. 
 
THE PACIFIST'S LAMENT 
 
 The world is so full of a number of thugs, 
 
 I'm sure we should all be as humble as bugs. 
 
 Don Marquis. 
 
AT ANY PRICE 
 
 De Puyster Jones at twenty-three 
 Is not a pleasant sight to see; 
 Although his duds cost many dollars, 
 From silken socks to five-ply collars, 
 Though shaved and bathed and deftly scented- 
 One feels he should have been prevented. 
 His lips hang loose, his chest caves in, 
 His face is minus brow or chin; 
 And when one hears the creature chatter 
 Somehow it simply doesn't matter. 
 Yet young De Puyster Jones has money, 
 And when his money talks — it's funny 
 (Or sad) to note that many listen; 
 His brain is slime, and slime will glisten. 
 
 In fact, the moron, more's the pity, 
 
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26 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 Is sometimes spoken of as witty; 
 
 And though obscenely idiotic, 
 
 His ancient anecdotes erotic 
 
 Are often greeted with guffaws; 
 
 And his views meet with wild applause. 
 
 Now what — I ask in thunderous tones — 
 What are the views of D. P. Jones? 
 
 "Patriotism's just an ism! 
 A fellah ought to be 
 Above the lingo 
 Of the Jingo; 
 Flags don't appeal to me." 
 
 "If a chap's rational, he's international; 
 He knows there's nothing in 
 
 The stuff that's local; 
 
 I'm not a yokel 
 To cheer when the bands begin." 
 
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 "And politicians who yap of missions, 
 Ideals, and all that junk — 
 Just let 'em gab, brag, 
 And hold the grab-bag; 
 But don't fall for their bunk!" 
 
 "You take this crisis! A glance suffices 
 To wise you what it means ; 
 Munition makers 
 And journalist fakers 
 Stuffing millions in their jeans!" 
 
 'We're safe and happy, so why get scrappy ? 
 Say, what's the sense in war? 
 
 For God's sake chuck it ! 
 
 The whole show's muck ! It 
 'S not what I'm living for!" 
 
 'Not this little Willy ! I'm not that silly- 
 No drums and guns for mine! 
 
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 What's the odds if they rat us ? 
 They can't get at us. 
 Georgie's fleet is doing fine !" 
 
 Such — I repeat in thunderous tones — 
 
 Such are the views of D. P. Jones. 
 
 Lee Wilson Dodd. 
 
THE ANSWER 
 
 There is one answer to all dreams of ease — 
 
 Belgium ! 
 One answer to the Teuton's cunning pleas — 
 
 Belgium ! 
 One test and touchstone for all hearts that feel; 
 One word that is a stroke of steel on steel, 
 A stroke whose clangor sets a long note ringing 
 That falls upon our ears like distant singing. 
 
 One word for you who say the strife must cease- 
 Belgium ! 
 
 Justice to her must hold the key of peace — 
 Belgium ! 
 
 And you who clamor that our cry should be 
 
 Not love of country, but Humanity. 
 
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 Have you not heard it, as you pass unheeding? 
 Humanity ! In her the world lies bleeding ! 
 
 Not she alone the dark decree must know — 
 
 Belgium ! 
 The first in that great sisterhood of woe, 
 
 Belgium ! 
 
 She speaks, my Country, with your own lost dead; 
 
 She brings one answer to your shrinking dread; 
 
 Draw now your sword, and set the clear stroke 
 
 ringing 
 
 That falls upon our hearts like mighty singing! 
 
 Belgium! 
 
 Marion Couthouy Smith. 
 
 
IN TIME OF DANGER 
 
 Blind to danger we have been, 
 Walking on our wonted ways 
 Through the drifting of the days, 
 In and out, and out and in, 
 
 To our patriot duty stranger, 
 Wandering as in a maze, 
 Blind to danger ! 
 
 Deaf to danger, and our need, 
 We have drunken to the lees 
 Of the drugged wine of ease ; 
 
 To our honor given no heed, 
 
 Paltered, played the money-changer; 
 
 Cast aside old memories, 
 
 Deaf to danger ! 
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 Blind and deaf to danger? Nay! — 
 Fling the call from shore to shore ! 
 Wake ! the slothful hour is o'er ! 
 Wake! be gone with base delay, 
 
 To our trust no longer stranger ! 
 Freemen, rouse, and be no more 
 Blind to danger — 
 Deaf to danger ! 
 
 Clinton 8 collar d. 
 
TO AMERICA 
 
 Yes, Mother, it is true; 
 
 Bad daughters and worse sons we've been to 
 
 you — 
 Taking all, giving naught — 
 Till we have brought 
 You down to this. . . . 
 
 You need 
 
 A starker breed 
 
 To cherish you and guard, 
 
 Keep watch and ward, 
 
 Or strike if strike they must! 
 
 Mother, our shameful heads are in the dust — 
 
 Abject— 
 
 Before you. . . . 
 
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 Too mild, too patient! — yet once more forgive 
 
 Our faithless greed, young folly, old neglect! 
 
 For though we perish from you, you shall live — 
 
 Mother ! — through humbled daughters who respect, 
 
 Through chastened sons who serve you and adore 
 
 you. 
 
 Lee Wilson Dodd. 
 
ODE TO TONSILITIS 
 
 Since Senatorial Rules decree once more — 
 
 Even while Prussia threatens us with slaying — 
 
 That one wild donkey still may hold the floor 
 And block an entire nation with his braying; 
 
 Yea, since the chin is mightier than the sword, 
 The lung and larynx deadlier than reason 
 
 And Robert spurns the Flag beneath the Ford 
 In one continuous honk of windy treason; 
 
 Ah! then come forth, thou dread but welcome one, 
 Nymph of the swollen throat, fair Tonsilitis ! 
 
 Go gulping to the Sage of Madison, 
 
 Woo him with wreaths of asthma and bronchitis ! 
 
 Snuggle beside his Senatorial seat, 
 
 Lure him with kisses sneezy, damp and reckless 
 
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 Until the cold which now afflicts his feet 
 
 Climbs to the place where Mabel wore the neck- 
 lace. 
 
 Then must that rare trombone grow fogged and 
 cease, 
 
 That wealth of words lie fallow in his wallet ; 
 There'll be no more Atrocities of Peace 
 
 Committed then by Robert M. La Follette. 
 
 Then will the eagle o'er the rostrum shriek 
 While patriots clasp hands in satisfaction, 
 "The gentleman from Wisconsin cannot speak — 
 Rejoice, ye nations! Now we'll get some ac- 
 tion!" 
 
 Wallace Irwm. 
 
APRIL 2nd. 
 
 We have been patient — and they named us weak; 
 We have been silent — and they judged us meek. 
 Now, in the much-abused, high name of God 
 We speak. 
 
 Oh, not with faltering or uncertain tone— 
 With chosen words we make our meaning known, 
 That like a great wind from the West shall shake 
 The double throne. 
 
 Our colors flame upon the topmost mast, — 
 
 We lift the glove so arrogantly cast, 
 
 And in the much-abused, high name of God 
 
 We speak at last. 
 
 Theodosia Garrison, 
 
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THE FLAG GOES UP 
 
 Whether we gave him doubts or praises, 
 
 That is a thing of yesterday. 
 We rally to the flag he raises. 
 
 We go the inevitable way, 
 But not with pageantry or shouting — 
 We're done alike with boast and doubting. 
 We take the trail that duty blazes 
 
 Be the issue what it may. 
 
 Brave are the words that he has spoken, 
 The words that we have made our own. 
 
 Our blood and sweat shall be the token 
 We fight for righteousness alone. 
 
 O God, who knowest all the making 
 
 Of noble vows — and all their breaking — 
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 Grant that our word be never broken, 
 Our banner never overthrown. 
 
 Give us to keep without misprision 
 The truth our souls have understood, 
 
 Clean above hatred and derision, 
 
 Strong' through our evil days and good. 
 
 To love life's worth, not life's preserving, 
 
 More than success to honor serving, 
 
 Faithful forever to our vision 
 
 Of liberty and brotherhood. 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
FALL IN! 
 
 We thought that reason had mastered men, 
 
 That peace of the world was lord, 
 That never the roll of the drum again 
 
 Should quicken the thirsty sword— 
 But our bubble broke with a sudden blow, 
 
 And we heard like the trumpet's din 
 That levelled the walls of Jericho 
 
 The old stern cry— "Fall in!" 
 
 We were numb, amazed, we were sick and dazed 
 
 With a horror past belief. 
 Silent we stood while Belgium blazed 
 
 In her martyr's glory of grief. 
 
 Then it came so near that we needs must hear, 
 
 For the cry of our murdered kin 
 
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 Drove in our heart like a searching spear 
 The call of the hour— "Fall in!" 
 
 Not in the flush of a barren thrill 
 
 Do we come to our deed at last. 
 We have weighed our will, we must do our will, 
 
 For the doubting-time is past. 
 We have faced our souls in the sleepless night, 
 
 And what shall we fear but sin? 
 Not for love of the fight, but for love of the right, 
 
 In the name of our God — "Fall in!" 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
BLACK FLAG! 
 
 Run up your Black Flag, 
 
 Skull and crossbones display! 
 
 Why should you palter — why should you lag?- 
 For never was freebooting crew, 
 
 From Heligoland to Cathay — 
 And the Coast of Barbary, too, 
 So deserved the foul ensign as you ! 
 
 Yes, run up the Black Flag, 
 
 Too long have your colors been hid! 
 
 Make good your insolent brag, 
 
 Who have staked off the waters at will, 
 
 And the honored sea-law have defied, 
 
 Going forth to plunder and kill! 
 
 You have staked off the waters at will — 
 
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 What ! You yet think to forbid ? 
 Sea-way for other Flags, too — - 
 Way for the Red-White-and-Blue ! 
 
 But it's down with your Black Flag — 
 
 Down, in the end, it must be, 
 In the depths where you lurk let it drag — 
 Down to the charnelled abyss . . . 
 
 You hearken the World's decree? — 
 
 Pirates were hunted ere this, 
 
 And you shall be swept from the sea! 
 
 Edith M. Thomas. 
 
A SONG OF DEMOCRACY 
 
 It isn't just because some ships were lost, 
 And children drowned, and women, and strong 
 men. 
 
 That's bad enough, God knows ! 
 
 But the Prussians were our foes 
 Long before their cruel wolf-pack left its den. 
 
 It isn't just because their hunting pack 
 Tore at Belgium's throat to reach the throat of 
 France. 
 
 No, by Heaven ! It's because 
 
 They are traitors to all laws 
 Made by God to curb the Devil's arrogance. 
 
 They are traitors to humanity, no less ! 
 
 They acknowledge nothing nobler than their will 
 
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 To conquer and subject 
 All peoples who respect 
 The Holy Vow man struggles to fulfil. 
 
 For man has dreamed a dream and sealed a 
 
 Vow, 
 Yea, man has sealed a Vow before the Lord 
 
 Of Righteousness and Peace: 
 
 He has sworn that war shall cease 
 And the reign of Reason triumph o'er the Sword! 
 
 He has sealed a Holy Vow that privilege 
 Shall perish from an Earth where all are free ; 
 
 That his children shall not fight, 
 
 As he must, the Huns of Night, 
 But be brothers in the Light of Liberty. 
 
 God save us from all traitors to that Dream; 
 God shield us from all traitors to that Vow ! 
 
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 God give us strength to smite 
 All traitors to that Light — 
 
 Lord God of Man United, aid us now ! 
 
 Lee Wilson Dodd. 
 
OUR AIM 
 
 We have been patient: we have been ashamed, 
 
 Through dismal days and weeks and months and 
 
 years 
 
 Insulting hands have cuffed our burning 
 
 ears. . . . 
 
 Our patience crumbled, and our anger flamed. 
 
 The spirit of the Union, never tamed, 
 
 Jumps to the cannon 'mid a nation's cheers, 
 
 And marches to take part among its peers. 
 
 We aim as straight as we have always 
 
 aimed. 
 
 England and Russia, Montenegro, France, 
 
 Rumania, Serbia, Belgium, Italy, 
 
 Japan, — we come to join in your advance! 
 
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 Your foe is ours, our friend becomes your friend. 
 
 And to you all, and to our sons, say we: 
 
 We hate this hateful war, and it shall end ! 
 
 Louis How 
 
THE BINDING OF THE BEAST 
 
 He plotted in the den of his lordship over men ; 
 He wrought his grim array and he hungered for 
 
 the Day. 
 Then the loosing- word was spoken; then the seal 
 
 of Hell was broken; 
 Then its Princes were assembled for the feast; 
 But against the Vandal night rose the star of 
 
 Freedom's light, 
 And a world was called together for the binding 
 
 of the Beast. 
 
 They have seen it for their star; they have come 
 
 from near and far; 
 
 From the forges of the North go the men and 
 
 young men forth, 
 
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 Having found the holier duty, found the true, the 
 
 final beauty, 
 As their brothers of the South and of the East. 
 In the forests of the West they have given of 
 
 their best, 
 With strong hands and patient for the binding of 
 
 the Beast. 
 
 For his treason unto man in the War that he be- 
 gan, 
 
 For the rapine and the flame, for the hissing of 
 his name, 
 
 Have the hosts gone up against him and with 
 swords of judgment fenced him, 
 
 With his coward clutch on woman and on priest. 
 
 For the children he has maimed, for the maidens 
 he has shamed, 
 
 The nations gird their harness for the binding of 
 the Beast. 
 
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 Now frothing in his rage, a scourge to youth and 
 
 age, 
 Caked with blood he stands at bay, with his feet 
 
 upon his prey. 
 Ringed with surf of guns resounding, raw and 
 
 fetid from the hounding, 
 Smites he still in baffled fury and the roar of hate 
 
 releast; 
 But the huntsmen of the ranks, with their steel 
 
 at breast and flanks, 
 Give no truce nor sign of respite at the binding 
 
 of the Beast. 
 
 He is cunning, he is strong, and the war shall yet 
 
 be long, 
 Where the seven thunders wake and the walls of 
 
 heaven shake. 
 He is cruel, blind and ruthless; he is boastful, sly 
 
 and truthless; 
 
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 By his will the Powers of Darkness are increast; 
 But the shackle and the chain shall avenge the 
 
 hurt and slain. 
 Who have broken bread with heroes at the binding 
 
 of the Beast. 
 
 For his pact with Death and Hell, let us bind the 
 
 monster well. 
 That the world go free indeed from his arrogance 
 
 and greed! 
 By the pact he dared to sever make we treaty with 
 
 him never, 
 Till the murder-venom in his blood has ceast ! 
 By his trust in force and war, end we those for- 
 
 evermore, 
 As the nations sit in council for the binding of 
 
 the Beast! 
 
 George Sterling. 
 
THE FLAG 
 
 Kiss the loud winds, O darling of all hearts, 
 
 And shoot o'er land and sea thy beams world- 
 wide! 
 
 How many thousands in thy light have died. 
 Radiant and sweet! now from our banners darts 
 A greater glory ! in our bosoms starts 
 
 A deeper joy: so swells the long-pent tide 
 
 Of full devotion to thy sacred side, 
 And from impatient millions doubt departs. 
 
 Advance thy colors in the captain-files 
 
 That vanward lead the many-languaged host 
 
 Like mighty waves that lift an angry sea, — 
 
 And break the German! miles on headlong miles 
 
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 Drive him from churchless land and shipless 
 
 coast 
 
 Till law again for right be sanctuary ! 
 
 George E. Woodberry. 
 
TO ALL AMERICANS 
 
 (Tune: Maryland, My Maryland) 
 Our answer to the great appeal, 
 
 Americans, Americans, 
 Shall prove if we are clay or steel, 
 
 Americans, Americans. 
 Strike manfully for liberty, 
 Stretch helping hands across the sea, 
 And keep your own hearts clean and free, 
 
 Americans, Americans ! 
 
 Clean of the pettiness of hate, 
 
 Americans, Americans, 
 Free to the love of all things great, 
 
 Americans, Americans. 
 
 Clean of untruth and fear and greed, 
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 Free faithfully to serve the need 
 Of God, wherever He may lead, 
 Americans, Americans ! 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
WAR SONG OF AMERICA 
 
 We are on our way back Home — 
 
 Home where the high flag flies ; 
 We are on our way from the rut 
 
 With the flag lust in our eyes; 
 So those of you in the van, 
 
 Hark to our warning song — 
 "Give us the open road 
 
 Till we land where we belong." 
 
 Soft we had grown and fat — 
 Watching the Shadow creep; 
 
 Soft with the dull content 
 
 Of those who are half asleep; 
 
 But the Eagle's place is the peak, 
 
 And now, by her lands and seas, 
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 Flung to the world-wide winds 
 Old Glory goes to the breeze. 
 
 We are on our way back Home — 
 By the trail we have come before; 
 
 By the trail that leads from the depths 
 Through the swirl of the Winning Score ; 
 
 So those of you in the way 
 
 Hark to the chant we've spun — 
 
 "Give us the open road 
 
 Till we find our place in the sun." 
 
 Grantland Rice. 
 
PROCESSIONAL 
 
 Not for a flaunted flag, O God, 
 
 Not for affronted power, 
 Not for a scurrile hope of gain, 
 
 Not for the pride of an hour, 
 Not for vengeance, hot in the heart, 
 
 Now do we swing to war; 
 Not for a weak mistrust lest peace 
 
 Is a shame strong men abhor. 
 Not for glory — for oh, to kill 
 
 Should be a sacred wrath; 
 Not for these ! But to war on war 
 
 And sweep it from earth's path! 
 
 Patient has been our creed, till now, 
 
 Patient, too, our hope, 
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 Patient for long our lothful deed, 
 
 For the just in doubt must grope. 
 But with a foe at last arrayed 
 
 Against the whole world's right, 
 You, O soul of the universe, 
 
 Your very self must fight. 
 You yourself; so but one prayer 
 
 Need we to lift — but one, 
 That by our battle shall all war 
 
 Be utterly undone. 
 
 Gale Young Bice. 
 
OMNISCIENT MR. FALL 
 
 OR 
 
 THE WHOLE TRUTH ABOUT THE WAR 
 
 Mr. Fall, who reads The Call, 
 
 Knows it all. 
 He can tell you in a minute 
 
 Why we're in it. 
 Moneyed men who make big guns 
 
 Bribed the Huns; 
 And when Belgium was invaded, 
 
 It was they did 
 Stir up Belgians to resist, 
 
 Just to twist 
 The Lion's tail— till "War !" 
 
 He must roar. 
 
 Then the millionaires of France 
 
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 Saw their chance 
 To make millions making shells ! 
 
 — Fall excells 
 In explaining all away 
 
 From this fray 
 Save the money coalitions 
 
 Of munitions- 
 Makers make — ghouls, full fed on 
 
 Armageddon ! 
 So, of course, he now declares, 
 
 Our affairs 
 Have been run for us by schemers 
 
 Who sent steamers 
 Out, and U-boats out as well 
 
 To raise Hell! 
 Wall Street knew if we came in 
 
 'Twould begin 
 To grow richer that much faster 
 
 From disaster. 
 
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 It's so simple. — Can't you see 
 
 It must be 
 Just as Mr. Fall asserts ! 
 
 Yellow dirt's 
 (Both as cause^ and as effect) 
 
 Why we're wrecked. 
 How about it? Do you doubt it? 
 
 Can you doubt it — 
 
 When Fallj who reads The Call, 
 
 Knows it all? 
 
 Lee Wilson Dodd. 
 
THE STARS AND STRIPES 
 
 
 We who in the old days — the easy days of pleasur- 
 ing— 
 
 Loitered in the distant lands — we know the thrill 
 that came 
 When in far, foreign places, above the stranger 
 faces, 
 
 The sight of it, the might of it, would wake us 
 like a flame. 
 
 Our own flag, the one flag, it stirred our blood 
 to claim. 
 
 We who in these new days—these days of all con- 
 fusion — 
 Look upon it with the eyes of one long blind 
 
 who sees. 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 65 
 
 We know at last its beauty — its magnitude of 
 duty — 
 Dear God! if thus it seems to us, what will it 
 
 mean to these 
 Who stay for it, who pray for it, our kindred 
 over seas? 
 
 These who face the red days — the white nights of 
 fury, 
 Where death like some mad reaper hacks down 
 the living grain — 
 They shall see our flag arise like a glory in the 
 skies — 
 The stars of it, the bars of it, that prove it once 
 
 again 
 The new flag, the true flag, that does not come 
 
 in vain! 
 
 Theodosia Garrison. 
 
THE GERMAN-AMERICAN 
 
 Honor to him whose very blood remembers 
 The old, enchanted dream-song of the Rhine, 
 Although his house of life is fair with shine 
 
 Of fires new-kindled on the buried embers ; 
 
 Whose heart is wistful for the flowers he tended 
 Beside his mother, for the carven gnome 
 And climbing bear and cuckoo-clock of home, 
 
 For the whispering forest path two lovers wended; 
 
 Who none the less, still strange in speech and man- 
 ner, 
 
 With our young Freedom keeps his plighted 
 
 faith, 
 Sides with his children's hope against the wraith 
 Of his own childhood, hails the Starry Banner 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 67 
 
 As emblem of his country now, to-morrow; 
 
 A patriot by duty, not by birth. 
 
 The costliest loyalty has purest worth. 
 
 Honor to him who draws the sword in sorrow! 
 
 Katherine Lee Bates. 
 
OUR BARGAIN 
 
 Is all our world upon a counter laid ? 
 
 That is their taunt who say they know us well. 
 Then, like true merchants, let us to our trade; 
 
 What wares has God to sell? 
 
 A world at liberty, a path made clear 
 
 For steadfast justice and enduring peace, 
 
 Nations released forever from the fear 
 Of evil days like these— 
 
 A sound investment ! but . . . the price is high. 
 
 Long-hoarded wealth in ruin, flame and steel, 
 
 Death lurking in the sea and in the sky — 
 
 What say you? Shall we deal? 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 69 
 
 Shall we know terror, shall our strong ones fall 
 That others' children, fearless in the sun, 
 
 May see our visions and accomplish all 
 That we must leave undone? 
 
 We take thy bargain, Master of the Mart. 
 
 Though we may flinch, we cannot turn away. 
 
 Send thy resistless fire upon our heart 
 
 And make us strong to pay. 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
BLOW, O YE BUGLES 
 
 Blow, O ye bugles, bugles of the morn ! 
 
 Blow, O ye bugles of the sunset, blow ! 
 Sound your clear notes, your ringing notes of 
 scorn, 
 
 Against the embattled legions of the foe ! 
 
 Tell them in clarion accents that we stand 
 For freedom, and the birthright of the free; 
 
 No bloody tyranny upon sea or land, 
 But the inalienable truths of Liberty ! 
 
 Acclaim your triumph paean over Might, 
 
 Your call for justice, and the overthrow 
 
 Of all the hordes that fight against the Right! — 
 
 Blow, O ye bugles, valiant bugles, blow! 
 
 Clinton S collar d, 
 
 7Q 
 
AMERICA IN ARMS 
 
 We have not willed this war, 
 
 Nor heaped for man this monstrous pyre, 
 But we have sought on hell's wide shore 
 
 To quench the awful fire. 
 
 This war was willed to be 
 
 By one who sprang on a world asleep, 
 
 And now his talons out of the sea 
 Have drawn us in to the deep: 
 
 In to the deep and the dark 
 
 Where his blood is drunk with the splendor 
 
 of ships, 
 
 As he lies in lair with a steel-gray shark — 
 
 The mad foam on his lips. 
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 No more, then, now no more 
 
 'Tis ours to watch by the burning lake, 
 But ours, thank God, to wage this war, 
 
 Thank God — for freedom's sake, 
 
 Till freedom shall be strong 
 
 Through hell her heavenly work to do; 
 For force is neither right nor wrong 
 
 But the use we put it to. 
 
 So this is the pledge we plight: 
 
 That we can fight, who do not hate, 
 
 And we for freedom's love will fight 
 In the venomed teeth of fate. 
 
 Gird, then, our hearts to blaze 
 
 Once more through battle's black alarms, 
 God of our fathers, and upraise 
 
 America in arms! 
 
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 So her free soul may live, 
 
 Then ours — to win Thy grail or grave — 
 
 Are an hundred million lives to give, 
 
 But only one to save. 
 
 Percy MacKaye. 
 
TO THE ALLIES 
 
 Hands across the sea, brothers! 
 
 Hands across the sea! 
 Here's a flag to fly with yours, 
 
 The emblem of the free. 
 Holy hands of freemen gave it, 
 Heart and life we pledge to save it, 
 At your side we lift and wave it, 
 
 Now for Liberty! 
 
 Hands across the sea, brothers ! 
 
 Hands across the sea ! 
 Here's a sword to draw with yours, 
 
 'Gainst monstrous tyranny. 
 
 Valiant hearts have beat beneath it, 
 
 Deathless laurels still enwreathe it. 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 75 
 
 Sadly, sternly, we unsheathe it, 
 Now for Liberty. 
 
 Hands around the world, brothers ! 
 
 Hands around the world ! 
 Fling the married colors out, 
 
 Never to be furled; 
 
 Till the power of Light prevailing, 
 
 Vict'ry's heights in triumph scaling, 
 
 Sees the power of Darkness, failing, 
 
 Down in ruin hurled. 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
OF KINGS 
 
 Ye kings, upon your gilded thrones, 
 Hear ye not how the death-wind moans ? 
 Can ye not see that naught atones 
 
 For what your hands have done? 
 Hark ! how a stricken people's groans 
 
 Mount up against the sun! 
 
 The innocent, they starve and bleed; 
 
 And do ye list, and do ye heed, 
 
 Wrapt in your dreams of power and greed, 
 
 The hastening end of all? 
 
 Hapsburgs and Hohenzollerns, read 
 
 The writing on the wall! 
 
 Clinton Scollard. 
 
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THE KAISER 
 
 He stood alone, in sovereignty sublime, 
 
 Uniquely great, — the Kaiser ! They that feared, 
 Yet honored him, who to the world appeared 
 
 Lofty in courage, wise, above his time, 
 The Monarch of the hour! — 
 
 Using his strength destructive things to bind, 
 
 Serving the Fatherland — and, so, mankind, 
 Safe-guarding Peace with Power. 
 
 He stood alone? How lone today he stands, 
 The eyes of all fixed wondering on him! 
 His throne ensanguined, his bright aegis dim, 
 
 The murderous sword clutched in his lawless 
 
 hands ! 
 
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 What spectacle more sad 
 
 Than Might by its own folly wounded so? 
 
 Are the Gods jealous now, as long ago, 
 
 That thus they make ambitious mortals mad? 
 
 Florence Earle Coates. 
 
THE RETURN OF THE EXILES 
 
 The gates of the Siberian waste stand wide; 
 
 Great joy has thrilled the mighty wilderness; 
 
 The message of the Lord has come to bless 
 The souls in bondage: broken is the pride 
 Of the invincible tyrant who doth ride 
 
 On human hearts, and thrones him on distress ! 
 
 Fallen he is ! his victims numberless 
 Fill the long roads by steppe and mountain-side. 
 
 So when our Lord descended into hell 
 
 And broke the fetters of the spirits in prison, 
 A glorious company to heaven made way. 
 
 What triumph more divine doth history tell 
 
 Than Truth from her captivity arisen, 
 
 And Faith rejoicing in her holy ray! 
 
 George E. Woodberry. 
 
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MESSENGERS 
 
 (Tune: The Russian Hymn) 
 Lord God Omnipotent, forth Thou art sending 
 
 Us, as Thy messengers, blessed with Thy Word, 
 Souls rich endowed, and inspired with hope un- 
 . ending. 
 Shout we, America hath girt on her sword ! 
 
 Sword of Democracy, tempered and glowing, 
 Sword of the Union — Free States in accord — 
 
 Sword of high righteousness, wrong overthrowing ! 
 Shout we, America hath girt on her sword ! 
 
 Clear, brave, the echoes dart! Our message is 
 
 sounding : 
 
 Safe be the Rule of the People, O Lord! 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 81 
 
 Safe through the world, all inj ustice confounding ! 
 
 Shout we, America hath girt on her sword! 
 
 Florence Mary Bennett. 
 
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER 
 
 Shoulder to shoulder! Each man in his 
 
 place ! 
 Shoulder to shoulder, and "right about! face!" 
 We've a duty to do ere we grow a day older, 
 And the way we can do it is — shoulder to shoul- 
 der! 
 
 Shoulder to shoulder ! Each man in the line ! 
 Shoulder to shoulder ! The Flag for a sign ! 
 Yes, let us not weaken, but let us grow bolder, 
 And rally and sally with — "shoulder to shoul- 
 der!" 
 
 Shoulder to shoulder! Each man in his might! 
 
 Shoulder to shoulder ! We fight for the right ! 
 
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PIPES AND DRUMS 83 
 
 The land of our love — may our courage enfold 
 
 her! 
 
 May we work — and not shirk — for her, shoulder 
 
 to shoulder! 
 
 Clinton 8 collar d. 
 
THE ROUNDABOUT COMMITTEE AND 
 THE CIRCUMLOCUTION BOARD 
 
 A Nation went to war against a rather ruthless 
 foe; 
 
 It hadn't any army, so it wondered who would 
 go 
 
 To do the deeds of valor which the crisis did re- 
 quire, 
 
 To help the French to take the trench and do it 
 under fire. 
 
 So Congress got together and the Senate did the 
 
 same 
 To raise a million soldiers who would put the foe 
 
 to shame, 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 85 
 
 And they quickly passed the matter up, with one 
 complete accord. 
 
 To the Roundabout Committee and the Circum- 
 locution Board. 
 
 Now the Roundabout Committee sat and talked 
 
 for weeks and weeks 
 On Methods of Preparedness among the Ancient 
 
 Greeks 
 While the Circumlocution Board it scratched its 
 
 thoughtful double chin, 
 And lingered late in wise debate on "Where Shall 
 
 We Begin?" 
 
 A Patriot rushed in and cried, "The Foe is at our 
 
 gate !" 
 But the Circumlocution Board replied, "Just tell 
 
 him, please, to wait. 
 We're listening to an Army Plan devised by Sen- 
 ator Drool 
 
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 To raise nine million soldiers through his Corre- 
 spondence School." 
 
 Then the Patriot, who was hasty, raged and 
 
 stamped upon his hat. 
 "You're really doing nothing and you're taking 
 
 years at that." 
 Whereat the wise Committee bobbed its head and 
 
 answered, "True. 
 Take note of that, stenographer. That's what 
 
 we're here to do." 
 
 A Military Training Bill the President did advise 
 
 They set upon with pencils and reviewed with hos- 
 tile eyes. 
 
 "It is much too plain and simple. Let's revise it 
 so and thus; 
 
 We can jumble any issue, if you'll leave the job 
 to us." 
 
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 So at last the land grew weary and implored with 
 
 shrieks and sobs, 
 "Let our welfare be conducted by some men who 
 
 know their jobs. 
 Are our railroads run by poets? Or do cobblers 
 
 harvest hay? 
 Then in military matters why should windmills 
 
 rule the day?" 
 
 But the question was so pointed and its moral so 
 direct 
 
 That it could not thread the labyrinthine hallways, 
 we suspect, 
 
 Leading to the Inner Sanctum of the Crooked 
 Wooden Sword, 
 
 Of the Roundabout Committee and the Circumlo- 
 cution Board. 
 
 Wallace Irwin. 
 
AMERICA 
 (two portraits) 
 
 "For all her busyness and prate^ 
 
 Too easy-going to be great 5 
 
 She wastes her soul and winks at Fate : 
 
 Poor foolish virgin who'll not trim 
 
 Her lampj even when its light grows dim; 
 
 Capricious^ ruled by chance and whim. 
 
 Her soft good-nature cannot brook 
 The anguish of a steady look 
 Upon Time's hourly posted Book: 
 
 Time's Book, wherein is written plain 
 The loss that follows slothful gain^ 
 
 The doom of all who shrink from pain. 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 89 
 
 Lax, optimistic, indolent, 
 
 On momentary joys intent, 
 
 She counts as saved all she has spent. 
 
 And when God's ruthless Questions come 
 Before her with Truth's Speculum — - 
 She slouches, simpers and chews gum!" 
 
 II 
 
 No portrait that ! You libel with your pen 
 This anxious Mother of unhasty men. 
 
 Her heart is quick and true; her courage sure, 
 She has the strength to suffer and endure. 
 
 God's ruthless Questions will not find her dumb; 
 Her Answers will be noble. Let them come. 
 
 "Are you for ease or honor®" "I am for 
 The rights of living men, in peace or war" 
 
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 "Will you make good that boast through days of 
 
 gloom?" 
 
 ef — Yes. Though my breast become my children's 
 
 tomb." 
 
 Lee Wilson Dodd. 
 
AMERICA, TO ARMS! 
 
 She stands, a guardian of the endless sea, 
 
 Her garb is golden, and her lips are flame, 
 She is the portal of Eternity 
 
 And Beauty is the realm from whence she came ! 
 She is the voice of many bleeding lands — 
 
 America, she calls ! To Arms ! Arise ! 
 
 For like a shimmering sabre in the skies 
 
 In scarlet glow she stands 
 
 A guardian of the earth and sea — 
 
 Liberty! 
 
 Blcmche Shoemaker Wagstaff. 
 
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A LESSON IN MANNERS 
 
 We have neglected certain obligations, 
 
 Albeit in a purely social way, 
 One should return a neighbor's salutations 
 
 And make a party call a certain day. 
 America has failed in manners. Is it 
 
 A trifle that we lack in etiquette? 
 Surely 'tis time that we returned the visit 
 Of Lafayette. 
 
 Our social calendar is much neglected, 
 
 And "busy" is not always an excuse; 
 
 Some adequate return might be expected, 
 
 And courtesy may rust for lack of use. 
 
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 Suppose, in manner, both polite and hearty, 
 
 Before this suitable occasion goes, 
 We manage to return that little party 
 
 Of Rochambeau's. 
 
 Theodosia Garrison. 
 
COME TO THE COLORS 
 
 (Air: Russian National Hymn) 
 Sons of America, come to the colors; 
 
 Gather in arms round the Red, White and Blue ! 
 Far over land and sea a bugle note is ringing; 
 
 Sons of America, it sounds for you ! 
 
 Long have ye stood apart, the conflict grim be- 
 holding, 
 Safe in your distance and calm in your might; 
 Now, in the hour of need, your banner proud un- 
 folding, 
 Sons of America, uphold the right ! 
 
 Kingdoms may pass away in tumult resounding, 
 
 Thrones and dominions may crumble and fall; 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 95 
 
 Now, while Humanity the great Advance is 
 
 sounding, 
 
 Sons of America, obey the call ! 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
OUR FLAG IN FRANCE 
 
 Up with the flag in France, lads, up with the flag 
 
 in France! 
 As the dawn-rays rising oversea, so be its bright 
 
 advance ; 
 The dawn-rays flaming on the sea, the morning 
 
 round the world — 
 Long and dark was the night to us, while the 
 
 Stars and Stripes were furled! 
 
 Out with the sword in France, lads, out with the 
 
 sword in France! 
 As the sudden gleam of a twilight star, so be its 
 
 flashing glance; 
 
 A star that brings a mighty hope to a people worn 
 
 and pressed; 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 97 
 
 Glad were they for the kindly word, but the help- 
 ing hand is best. 
 
 Follow the guns in France, lads, follow the guns in 
 
 France ! 
 Take with those on the foremost line the brave 
 
 man's fighting chance; 
 There's a people here behind you, whose dreaming 
 
 hours are past, 
 Who will send you forth with a swelling heart, 
 
 and back you to the last. 
 
 Fight for the world's defence, lads, as your fathers 
 
 fought before, 
 For truth and right against ruthless might, for 
 
 freedom's cause once more! 
 Though the way be long and the hazard strong, 
 
 for glory or mischance, 
 
 Up with the flag in France, lads, up with the flag 
 
 in France! 
 
 Marion Couthouy Smith. 
 
THE AMERICAN FLAG 
 
 They wait the flag — These men who hold their 
 
 own 
 Against that beast (blood-mad and madly blind) 
 Who seeks to poison all of human-kind, 
 And snarl above a ravaged world alone. 
 They wait the flag — that sign that shall be shown 
 To prove that with them — one in might and mind — 
 Their mates from over-sea, long held behind 
 Strive with them where the foremost lines are 
 
 thrown. 
 
 Dear God, to see that day when France shall turn, 
 
 Like some brave mariner who fought the gale 
 
 The live-long night, to see against the dawn 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 99 
 
 Like one great glory in the sunrise, burn 
 
 The spread, white wonder of a nearing sail 
 
 That signals "We stand by — Sail on, sail on!'* 
 
 Theodosia Garrison. 
 
THE YOUNG BLOOD SPEAKS 
 
 Bon jour, Marcel! Your hand. 
 
 At last our stars 
 
 Have come to join your triple bars; 
 
 We're here to fight with France — 
 
 By God, give us the chance! — 
 
 We heard the cries 
 
 Of helpless children; saw the frightened eyes 
 
 Of women shrinking from the maddened crew 
 
 That swept their land; we felt 
 
 The quiver of the tortured sod., and smelt 
 
 The smoke of burning villages ; we knew 
 
 You needed us, that's what we're coming for — 
 
 To stop this war. 
 
 Dis done, Emile! We couldn't stand their cant: 
 
 "God and the Fatherland." And trampling 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 101 
 
 Your tender soil for that! We're here to fling 
 Their words back in their teeth. For us, we want 
 Nothing that is our neighbor's; we have come 
 To lead our stricken brothers and their women 
 
 home, 
 To smooth the scarred and broken earth, and plant 
 The fields again. But — if we must — 
 We'll deal first with those war-lords, break 
 Their knees and bring them to the dust. 
 For France's sake 
 We'll fight until we drop. 
 We're here to make them stop. 
 
 Allons! Leon, Gaspard ! 
 
 We'll help you win this war. 
 
 Mary Farley Sanborn. 
 
MARCHING WITH PAPA JOFFRE 
 
 A SONG TO FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 Marching! — What are they marching, there, for? 
 
 Rin-rin! — Ran! — Pata, pata, plan! 
 Papa Joffre he's coming from the war: 
 
 Vive la — Vive la France! 
 Blue jacket and red breeches and mustachios 
 
 gleaming white, 
 With a Tommy on his left hand and a Johnny on 
 
 his right, 
 He has come to give America his Godspeed for 
 
 the fight: 
 
 Vive VAmerique! Vive la France! 
 
 Vive la — Vive la France! 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 103 
 
 Fighting! — What are they fighting, there, for? 
 
 Eho! — Eho! — Pata, pata, plan! 
 To make men free men, now and evermore: 
 
 Vive la — Vive la France! 
 The Kaiser and his kaiserlings they guessed that 
 
 they would go 
 And ring the Paris Christmas bells, a-laying 
 
 churches low; 
 But Papa Joffre beside the Marne stood up and 
 
 said: No, no! 
 
 A bas les Boches! Vive la France! 
 Vive la — Vive la France! 
 
 Cheering! — What are they cheering, there, for? 
 
 Hurrah! — Hurrah! — Hip, hip, hip, Hurrah! 
 Red, white, blue flags — flaming for the war: 
 
 Vive la — Vive la France! 
 Jack Poilu he's a true lad, as Papa Joffre has 
 tried; 
 
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 John Bull he is another, and he marches Jack 
 
 beside ; 
 And Yankee Doodle joins with them — three 
 brothers, God for guide: 
 Vive VAmerique! VAngleterre! la France! 
 Vive la — Vive la France! 
 
 Praying! — What are they praying, there, for? 
 
 Dieu! Seigneur! A ton Esprit la gloire! 
 The Peace of Justice reign forever more ! 
 
 Vive VE sprit de la France! 
 We are marching in alliance that our faith may be 
 
 restored ; 
 We are fighting, we are cheering, for a nobler 
 
 world-accord ; 
 We are praying, through the tempest, unto Lib- 
 erty, our Lord: 
 Vive V Alliance! Vive la France! 
 
 Vive la victoire de la France! 
 
 Percy MacKaye, 
 
IT IS BETTER 
 
 The khaki lads with drum and fife 
 
 March down Fifth Avenue. 
 Their eyes are eager for the strife 
 
 That moulds the world anew . . . 
 
 And you — and what of you? 
 
 It is better to travel a bloody track 
 And come home dead or maimed — 
 
 It is better to go and never come back, 
 Than to stay and die ashamed. 
 
 The lads in khaki sweep on past, 
 All straight and straight aligned. 
 
 When the rattle of drums is gone at last, 
 
 What is there stays behind? — 
 
 Not a thing remains behind. 
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106 PIPES AND DRUMS 
 
 'Twas our country's very self marched by. 
 
 And many a man may fall — 
 
 But it's better to live the hour you die 
 
 Than never to live at all. 
 
 Louis How. 
 
ENLISTED 
 
 Have you heard the shiver of bodies hurled 
 
 Chest on crashing chest, 
 When thigh-bones snap like pistol shots 
 
 And men meet breast to breast? 
 Have you seen the feet of a maddened horse 
 
 Red-wet with the wine of war 
 And wondered in crushing a comrade's face 
 
 What you had killed him for ? 
 
 Ever the sweep of the wave of men 
 
 On the reef of jagged death, 
 And frozen faces like cockle-shells 
 
 Where the breaker billoweth, 
 
 The out-flung arms of a down-lipped boy 
 
 With his throat shot through— 
 
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 Perhaps his shoulder brushed your Own 
 Or he slept last night by you. 
 
 My fathers followed Washington 
 
 Into the forests dim, 
 The blood of Warren at Bunker Hill 
 
 In my veins runs from him, 
 When Perry crossed from ship to ship 
 
 They bent their arms to row, 
 They faced the Mexicans' livid hail 
 
 In the shattered Alamo. 
 
 The Susquehanna knew their tents, 
 
 They perished at Bull Run, 
 Shenandoah saw our dead 
 
 Staring at the sun; 
 We marched with Sherman to the sea, 
 
 Starved at Andersonville, 
 And one of us died by the barbed-wire fence 
 
 Under San Juan Hill. 
 
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 You cannot change the written scroll 
 
 Nor alter the charted plan, 
 Ever must moaning women quail 
 
 And man make war on man; 
 Out of strength must sweetness come — 
 
 Out of sacrifice 
 We melt the metal and forge the key 
 
 To enter Paradise. 
 
 I thank my fathers for what they paid 
 
 On the altar of the years, 
 I thank the women who gave me birth 
 
 In agony and tears; 
 I could not wish that life should ask 
 
 One payment less from me, 
 
 And the bugle-call of the arming hosts 
 
 Sets their old passion free. 
 
 Willard Wattles. 
 
CURRENCY 
 
 "Let us pay with our bodies for oiir soul's de- 
 sire." — Theodore Roosevelt. 
 
 O, high of soul, flesh doth not overwhelm, 
 But is the means wherewith all things to buy ! 
 
 It is the coin current of the realm 
 Wherein we live and die. 
 
 Upon our far strange journey to that Home 
 
 From which we are astray, 
 The Providence that destined we should roam 
 
 Gave us wherewith to pay. 
 
 We shall arrive if nobly we aspire, 
 
 And spending flesh to buy the spirit free, 
 
 Pay with our bodies for our souls' desire 
 
 For perfect liberty. 
 
 M. E. Buhler. 
 
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TO OUR WOMEN 
 
 (Adapted from the French of Paul Deroulede) 
 Woman, if the man to whom your heart you give 
 Gives you all his heart, to you alone is true — 
 If, American, a stranger he can live 
 To America, his only country You — 
 If without despising himself and you alike 
 He hears his duty call and lifts no hand to strike — 
 Woman, your clinging hands have bent his soul 
 
 awry. 
 You knew not how to love him if he knows not how 
 to die. 
 
 Mother, if your boy grows man in years alone, 
 
 Loving self so well, he has no heart to hear 
 
 The voice of higher hopes, if he has never known 
 
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 The steadfast will that faces and overpowers fear. 
 
 If in the perilous hour of Freedom's mortal fight 
 
 He fails to dare his all for God and for the right — 
 
 Mother, your love has crippled the soul it strove 
 
 to shield. 
 
 You knew not how to give the life he knows not 
 
 how to yield. 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
TO THE MOTHERS 
 
 Mothers of men, do you not know 
 
 What you gave to the world in your hour of woe? 
 
 Born of courage, and doomed to stress, 
 
 A man for the tasks of men — no less ! 
 
 Mothers of women, can you not feel 
 
 What all the signs of your life reveal? 
 
 You have brought forth love, with its sword and 
 
 fire, 
 And love's high crown is the lost desire. 
 
 Mothers of men, have you not known 
 
 That the soul of the child is not your own ? 
 
 If God has sealed him for palm and cross, 
 
 To hold him close were your bitter loss. 
 
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114 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 Mothers, mothers, will you not see 
 All that your gift to the world may be? 
 These who must fight a wrong abhorred 
 Are Michael's angels, who bear the sword. 
 
 Mothers of men, then loose your hold ! 
 
 Love grants more than your arms enfold; 
 
 Under the Cross you stand apart, 
 
 With Mary's sword in your dauntless heart. 
 
 Marion Couthouy Smith, 
 
THE GIRLS THEY LEFT BEHIND THEM 
 
 We are the girls that they left behind them 
 
 And this is the pride that we wear today. 
 We had no will to hinder or bind them, 
 
 To bid them hesitate, wait or stay. 
 We bade God-speed to them on their way, 
 
 Not with the sadness of hearts resigned 
 But glad of the call they must needs obey. 
 
 We are the girls that they left behind. 
 
 We are the girls that they left behind them, 
 
 Not as of old but to weep and pray, 
 
 But with ready hands and with wit to find 
 
 them 
 
 Service fit for the part we play. 
 
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116 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 And this is the pride that we wear today 
 
 (We who are one with them heart and mind) 
 That they loved us and left us and marched away 
 
 We are the girls that they left behind. 
 
 Theodosia Garrison, 
 
 
A FRENCH CAPTAIN 
 
 Three wounds ... he was so weak . . . just to 
 
 let go 
 The grip of will on torn and weary flesh — 
 For then would come a silence . . . and long 
 
 sleep . . . 
 And when he waked — if waking was for him — 
 Then he could fight again . . . but now — O God! 
 Only to slip to earth a little while 
 And lose the shattering tumult of the guns ! 
 But something in his heart would not let go, 
 Something that thudded in his ringing ears 
 "For France! For France! For France!" He 
 
 struggled on 
 
 Bleeding, unconquered — and unconquerable, 
 
 For when the bullet struck him in the breast 
 
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118 
 
 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 He shouted to his men as he went down, 
 "Never fall back! It is my last command!" 
 
 That was one soldier's death. You who can sneer 
 
 (God pardon you!) at him and at his like^ 
 
 Walking so proudly in your nobler ways — 
 
 Are you as faithful to humanity 
 
 As he to France? Do the stern tests of peace 
 
 Awake the God in you, as war in him? 
 
 If it were so — there were an end of war. 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
THE RECRUIT 
 
 Give me to die when life is high : 
 
 The sudden thrust, the quick release, 
 
 Full in the front, in harness, not 
 A slow decay in timorous peace. 
 
 There is not any way but this ! 
 
 I would not shirk the joy of strife, 
 Nor lose one flash of perfect death 
 
 For sluggard years of coward life. 
 
 My breath, which is God's gift to me, 
 Exulting waits His high behest; 
 
 My heart, which moves at His command, 
 At His command will gladly rest. 
 119 
 
120 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 For who would tarry when He calls, 
 
 To haggle at the heavy toll, 
 
 And render to ungrudging God 
 
 The insult of a niggard soul? 
 
 Reginald Wright Kauffman. 
 
PRAYER DURING BATTLE 
 
 Lord, in this hour of tumult, 
 Lord, in this night of fears, 
 
 Keep open, oh, keep open 
 My eyes, my ears. 
 
 Not blindly, not in hatred, 
 Lord, let me do my part. 
 
 Keep open, oh, keep open 
 My mind, my heart ! 
 
 Hermann Hagedorn. 
 
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THEY ALSO SERVE— 
 
 Beyond the soaring thrill that lifts the heart 
 
 To martial music and to marching feet, 
 Beyond the thin call of the fife — apart 
 
 From brave emotion, and the sudden heat 
 Of young enthusiasm, and the cheers 
 
 Of crowds which weep and rally at a word — 
 Beyond the Fire and the Wind and Tears 
 
 The still small voice of Sacrifice is heard ! 
 
 The cripple in his chair who does his bit — 
 The bent old woman in her garden-plot — 
 
 By such small flames the holy Lamp is lit — 
 
 And who can say the Country needs them 
 
 not? 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 123 
 
 Not for us all the right to rise and go 
 
 To unknown Terror over haunted seas — 
 
 Yet all shall reap as We-At-Home shall sow — 
 
 And thus we serve — unto the least of these! 
 
 Faith Baldwin. 
 
HIS JOB 
 
 "I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier — 
 
 The nations ought to arbitrate, I say — 
 But I couldn't face my son if I made him leave 
 undone 
 
 His bit to help America to-day. 
 Though I couldn't bear to think of him in battle, 
 
 And it's terrible to trust him to the sea, 
 I'll give him with a will where he doesn't have to 
 kill 
 
 Is there nothing for my boy and me?" 
 
 There's a call for him that's louder every minute; 
 
 There's a hungry world that he can help to feed. 
 
 There's a fight without a gun that is waiting for 
 
 your son 
 
 Where the enemy's the vermin and the weed. 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 125 
 
 If you didn't raise your boy to be a soldier^ 
 
 If you didn't raise your boy to be a shirk, 
 
 Here's a job for head and hand — send him out 
 
 to till the land; 
 
 What's the matter with a farmer's work? 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
CONCERNING PLANTING 
 
 Friend Kipling wrote some lines long since that 
 
 ended "Pay, Pay, Pay !" 
 And he helped to clean up Africa. That war was 
 
 children's play 
 With this that has to sift the sea, that's playing 
 
 hide and seek 
 And prisoners' base with submarines that scuttle 
 
 life. Last week 
 I heard a pure-food specialist stand up and start 
 
 his chant 
 With "The way to beat Berlin is just to 'Plant, 
 
 Plant, Plant!'" 
 
 They say all nature's short of crops this year and 
 
 next may be. 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 127 
 
 The world is shy of ships beside. It spills grain 
 
 in the sea. 
 The answer's wider acreage. The farmer'll do his 
 
 share. 
 If you want to beat those butchers of babies in the 
 
 air 
 You'll tell your wife's relations and the uncles of 
 
 your aunt 
 And your seventh cousin twice removed to "Plant, 
 
 Plant, Plant!" 
 
 Now I have a gift for gardens and I've dug my 
 
 trenches there. 
 I've planted seeds instead of shells and made the 
 
 neighbors stare. 
 I've ranged my ranks of carrots, and beets, and 
 
 beans, and peas, 
 With pinks and roses round the sides as pretty as 
 
 you please. 
 
128 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 This year the flowers will have to go. My wife 
 
 says that we shan't 
 Steal one more Belgian baby's life. So "Plant, 
 
 Plant, Plant!" 
 
 This year the game is gardens. This year the fad 
 
 is food. 
 Gad, if they plow their golf links up I'd cheer 
 
 the multitude 
 That have the money habit. If all would take 
 
 their turn 
 The butlers and the ladies' maids to weed and hoe 
 
 might learn. 
 Say, that's some Cubist picture. My kids declare 
 
 they can't 
 Slice up their tennis court. But Ma says "Plant, 
 
 Plant, Plant!" 
 
 Ganal sides in New York will bloom. Beside our 
 railroad tracks 
 
FIFES AND DRUMS ' 129 
 
 We're going to turn the Germans out. Around the 
 
 rusty shacks 
 Where we used to do our dumping, and on every 
 
 vacant lot 
 Fve a picture of a planting worth tons of steel 
 
 and shot. 
 Though pacifists may preach and doubt and fools 
 
 may rave and rant, 
 
 We are going to knock the Kaiser out. So "Plant, 
 
 Plant, Plant!" 
 
 John Curtis Underwood. 
 
SPADES ARE TRUMPS ! 
 
 "Clubs are trumps!" the soldier shouts, 
 
 "By might alone we win today; 
 
 For over all the world of men 
 
 The strength of arms holds eager sway." 
 
 "Nay, SPADES are trumps!" speaks Mother 
 
 Earth, 
 "The might you boast would soon be gone 
 Without the harvest that they yield 
 To lend you strength and feed your brawn" 
 
 "Diamonds are trumps !" the merchant cries, 
 
 "They build your navy, ship by ship; 
 
 Place guns within your soldiers' hands, 
 
 And give your fighters swords to grip." 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 131 
 
 "Nay, SPADES are trumps!" speaks Mother 
 
 Earth, 
 My workers share the richest spoil: 
 Where would your boats and armies be 
 Without the fruitage of the soil?" 
 
 "Hearts are trumps !" the women sigh, 
 "We give our husbands and our sons, 
 To sail your ships across the seas, 
 To bear your flags and man your guns." 
 
 "Nay, SPADES are trumps!" speaks Mother 
 
 Earth, 
 
 "The guns may roar on land and sea. 
 
 And swords may flash and hearts may break — 
 
 But SPADES shall have the victory!" 
 
 John Kemble. 
 
THE WAR OF BREAD 
 
 There shall be no unwarranted manipulation of 
 the nation's food supply by those who handle it 
 on the way to the consumer." — President Wilson. 
 
 Of all the wars that waste this world, 
 Where the life of man has bled, 
 
 This is the war I most abhor — 
 The theft of the people's bread ! 
 
 They who hold back what the kind Earth gave 
 
 In the billowing fields of grain, 
 
 Are the cowardliest foe — for their secret blow 
 
 Strikes for their own base gain. 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 133 
 
 Arm of the law, reach forth in your might, 
 
 And the hidden stores unbind, 
 
 And defeat their power who, at this hour, 
 
 Wage dastardly war on their kind ! 
 
 Edith M. Thomas. 
 
COLUMBIA'S SHOP 
 Columbia has opened shop, 
 (Come buy, good folk, come buy!) 
 None may despise her merchandise,- 
 Her price is far from high, 
 Your parcels shall be neatly tied 
 With red and white and blue, 
 And Liberty (most charming, she) 
 Shall hand them out to you. 
 
 Columbia has opened shop 
 
 As any lady may, 
 
 No better ware is anywhere, 
 
 (Come buy, good folk, and pay!) 
 
 For whosoever buys of her 
 
 Shall have her thanks the while 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 135 
 
 And Liberty shall take the fee 
 And give the change and smile. 
 
 Columbia has opened shop, 
 
 (The foreign trade's astir) 
 
 Pray step inside — the door stands wide — 
 
 And buy a bond from her. 
 
 Theodosia Garrison. 
 
THE CHILDLESS 
 
 They give the savings of their life — the dreams, 
 
 The hopes of youth, the care of yearning years, 
 
 The tender fostering, the love austere 
 
 That served by chastening, the prayers unheard 
 
 Except by God — all, all the priceless hoard 
 
 Of love that goes to make a son, a man, 
 
 They give all this — with sorrow, yet with joy. 
 
 It may be they shall have their gift again 
 
 In time to come; it may be they shall have 
 
 For their one comfort that they gave their all 
 
 To help God's Kingdom come. . . . 
 
 And we — (O God, 
 
 Thou knowest why!) who have no sons to give, 
 
 We lend our gold that shall be paid again 
 
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FIFES AND DRUMS 137 
 
 With interest. So small a thing it seems ! 
 
 And yet — these are the savings of our life, 
 
 And there is nothing petty in Thy sight. 
 
 Accept, O God, our offering — 'tis to Thee. 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
THE TEST 
 
 Money you have, though children none, 
 
 Who say that you would give your son 
 
 To help dear Liberty to live, 
 
 If you had a son to give. 
 
 Remember, words are not the price 
 
 At which the wares of God are sold. 
 
 Your own flesh would you sacrifice 
 
 Who will not even lend your gold ? 
 
 Amelia Josephine Burr. 
 
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A SONG OF CONFIDENCE 
 
 We have not compelled them, urged them, nor ca- 
 joled them — 
 Of their own need they came to us, their own 
 want and will. 
 We but opened wide the door, bade our walls en- 
 fold them, 
 Gave them of our plenitude, as we give them 
 
 still. 
 Surely we may never fear lest these should wish 
 us ill. 
 
 We have broken bread with them, lit the flame that 
 
 warmed them, 
 
 Bade them share our children's place at hearth 
 
 and bed and board. 
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140 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 We have bound the ancient wounds — unhealed 
 
 wounds that harmed them — 
 Shared with them our freedom from fear and 
 
 over-lord. 
 Surely these shall aid us when our hand is on 
 
 the sword. 
 
 Not with misplaced confidence, not in foolish 
 
 blindness, 
 
 Do we trust these guests today who have known 
 
 our best, — 
 
 These who wrought with us in peace, walked with 
 
 us in kindness, 
 
 These shall never fail us when men's souls are 
 
 at the test, 
 
 These shall guard the honor of the House that 
 
 gave them rest. 
 
 Theodosia Garrison. 
 
"RIDE, VIGILANTES!" 
 
 Ride through the land, Vigilantes, ride! 
 
 From this bound of the East where the inrolling 
 
 tide 
 With more than the red of the sunrise is dyed, 
 As crimson the foam is borne to our strand! 
 Ride! 
 
 Draw not the rein, and make not your stand, 
 
 Till ye come to the slumbering heart of the land: 
 
 Tell them who sleep — so loth to awake, 
 
 All unprepared for the storm that must break — 
 
 Tell them, Humanity's all is at stake! 
 
 Tell them, " 'Tis Freedom that falls in the 
 
 breach I" 
 
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142 FIFES AND DRUMS 
 
 If they murmur, adream, "Our peace, we be- 
 seech — 
 
 The peoples at war — they speak not our speech!" 
 
 Ye will say, "If ye sleep, then sleep — to your 
 shame ! 
 
 Freedom's no alien, but one and the same; 
 
 Wake ye, and arm ye, in her great name !" 
 
 Ride, Vigilantes, lifting your light, 
 Ride through the day, and ride through the night, 
 Searching out Men of Valor and Might! — 
 Ride! 
 
 Edith M, Thomas. 
 
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