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 By Robert M. Funkhouser 
 
 SEP 29 1920 ©CI,A576652 
 
To 
 
 Alice and Paul 
 
Index 
 
 Page 
 
 To Freedom . _ . . 7 
 
 The Babe - - - - - 11 
 
 The Heavenly Host ... 13 
 
 Saint Joan - - - - - 16 
 
 The Lusitania . _ _ - 18 
 
 The Absent - - - - - 21 
 
 The Storm . . . _ 22 
 
 Pompeii - - - - - 27 
 
 Sappho . . . _ . ^3 
 
 The Sea of Gennesaret - - - 40 
 
 With Eyes of Jade . . _ 45 
 
 Spring - - - - - 48 
 
 Love ----- 53 
 
 War - - - - - 55 
 
 Lije ----- 60 
 
 The Promise - - - - - 65 
 
 The Holy Land . - - - 67 
 
 Sister - - - - - 69 
 
 Izebel ----- 72 
 
 The Great Adventure - - - 79 
 
 The Soul . - . - 82 
 
 Lover's Love - - - - 84 
 
 The Seven Seals _ _ _ 86 
 
 Memento - - - - - 93 
 
 To Patriotism - - " 95 
 
To Freedom 
 
 OUT on the air the trumpets blew, 
 Out on the breeze the banners flew. 
 Freedom's summons was loud and long: 
 Everywhere was Freedom's song. 
 
 The answer came with one accord 
 As out the sheath leapt Freedom's sword. 
 The flame of Freedom, Justice, Right 
 Burst on the world with dazzling light. 
 
 In Belgium where the flowers bloom. 
 Lines upon lines of crosses loom, 
 Of white and black with tinge of gray 
 In solemn tones they seem to say: 
 
 •7 — 
 
" We are but symbols that will fade 
 As these mounds that are newly made 
 In which the earthly bodies lie; 
 But souls live on and never die. 
 
 " We show that they who fought for right 
 Against the Hunnish creed of might, 
 Died not in vain in righteous strife, 
 Nor man for nought gave up his life." 
 
 The lilies of France now bud and wave, 
 O'er the slopes and over the brave, 
 No longer white but stained with red 
 With blood of him in his fresh bed. 
 
 — 8 — 
 
On Vimy Ridge the daisies grow 
 Among the green on friend and foe: 
 With drooping heads they slowly nod, 
 And sorrowfully they pray to God. 
 
 " Let not again such foul disgrace 
 Seize wantonly the human race." 
 Prayers mount like incense to the sky 
 And wait a merciful reply. 
 
 It came in time in voice quite clear, 
 That all who would could plainly hear: 
 " Ruin and hate no more shall feast, 
 Like a rapacious filthy beast. 
 
In their weakness will safety feel 
 Babes and old, not in vain appeal 
 To chivalry of manly power. 
 Helpless woman shall not cower. 
 
 Nor greed nor gain rouse motives base. 
 Rape and murder shall not debase 
 Godlike casket and soul inside. 
 In heart and mind Right shall abide. 
 
 The frightfulness of war shall cease. 
 The Beast shall never have release; 
 But nations all shall make a league 
 Of hope and peace, without intrigue." 
 
 lo — 
 
The Babe 
 
 OUR lovely babe with pudgy hands 
 With winsome smile and air so pure, 
 Alone she stands with childish wile 
 And quite demure. 
 
 Free from all guile she looks at you 
 And understands that you are true, 
 She has no fear what you may think 
 She is quite sure. 
 
 W»- 
 
 Why links so close to one most dear 
 With dimpled hands, you in her grasp 
 By binding bands of faith and love 
 So innocent? 
 
 II 
 
Her little form sent from above 
 You fondly clasp, as round your head 
 She holds you fast with circling arms 
 And so content. 
 
 She has a dread that you will go, 
 
 How strong her charms! she hugs and clings 
 
 Until at last her hands she flings 
 
 And nearly tumbles. 
 
 This cunning mite, when her you show 
 That you must run, she loves you so 
 And has such fun, 
 She loudly grumbles. 
 
 — 12- 
 
The Heavenly Host 
 
 ir^HERE are the boys who fought the fight? 
 \Jy Where are the men who saw aright? 
 Some have gone and some remain 
 To tell the tale of wounds and pain. 
 
 Some left brides to go o'er sea 
 To fight and bear for you and me. 
 Their breaths snuffed out like candle-light 
 In their beauty and manly might. 
 
 Some left babes as yet unborn 
 And mothers wait in pain forlorn, 
 Still sorrowing for those across, 
 Uncomforted in their great loss. 
 
 — 13- 
 
Oh, are they with the heavenly host 
 Where at the Marne all was but lost? 
 Who battling died for suffering France, 
 With shot and shell, with sword and lance. 
 
 Where clash of arms was heard on high, 
 With cry of steeds, and ghosts hard by, 
 Who turned the fight into retreat, 
 Who forced the Hun to dire defeat. 
 
 In many lands where soldiers fell 
 Plain crosses white, the tale will tell. 
 These white crosses, where lilies grow. 
 Where modest daisies nod and blow. 
 
 14 — 
 
Where poppies wave, and tinged with red, 
 All the flowers over the dead 
 Are wet with blood of him who died, 
 And him who mute lies by his side. 
 
 — 15- 
 
Saint Joan 
 
 ^^^HE maid of France was in the van 
 ^^ Of gallant sons; and man to man 
 They fought the Hunnish hordes who ran 
 With dread of death in shameful flight. 
 
 They swiftly led with fear in face; 
 They ever sped with quickening pace, 
 And backward fled in a wild race 
 To avoid the avenging Right. 
 
 It saved the day, this sacred throng. 
 It caused delay; the fear was strong. 
 The winning line was from on high. 
 Help, like the sign, was in the sky. 
 
 — 16 — 
 
They try in vain to halt the rout. 
 They waver, strain and turn about. 
 Morale broken, all efforts fail, 
 Right has spoken and shall prevail. 
 
 At morn a band of butterflies 
 Is seen to mount the azure skies; 
 Through fleecy clouds they disappear. 
 Faint music echoes from the rear. 
 
 17 — 
 
The Lusitania 
 
 ^(^-JHE little tots with shining face, 
 
 ^^^ With dimples on their chins and cheeks! 
 
 Some were fair and some were dark 
 
 But all were of the human race. 
 
 Where will one find them if one seeks? 
 
 Had they all not the sacred spark? 
 
 And is he in his usual place? 
 
 Where are the tiny hands and feet, 
 So chubby and so fat and plump 
 And never at rest when awake, 
 Which made her so clever, so sweet? 
 Always busy and on the jump 
 And seemed to act just for your sake? 
 Old and young we shall some day meet. 
 
 — i8 — 
 
The lovely eyes, so bright and clear 
 That always danced when you came near 
 May have been brown, may have been blue. 
 Were sure to know if it were you. 
 
 They had a language all their own. 
 Was understood by them alone. 
 And all with sweet coquettish air 
 Some quite bare, some with hair. 
 
 May have been curly, short and black. 
 Or yellow and long down her back. 
 Was the only child you 've confessed 
 Any mortal ever possessed. 
 
 19 — 
 
Where are the mothers of these young 
 They nursed and cared and to them sung? 
 All, all both young and old are dead. 
 Sent by Hun to their watery bed! 
 
 In its honor were medals struck 
 To hail the crime of frightful luck? 
 Were bells rung and banners displayed, 
 For killing of innocents made? 
 
 Can we indeed forget this crime 
 Of sinking the ship, for all time? 
 Had slayer mother, babe or wife 
 To whom most precious was her life? 
 
 — 20 — 
 
The Absent 
 
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 soul cries out, " Is all in vain 
 To shed the blood, to feel the pain. 
 Is all mankind, near and far 
 To profit in this world-wide war? " 
 
 Where are the souls of those gone West? 
 Where the spirits of those most blest? 
 Who died for home when came the call, 
 And for their country gave their all. 
 
 The body's here, the spirit flown; 
 The soul lives on; the grass is mown. 
 With hoops of steel hold fast the truth 
 For truth will set you free, forsooth! 
 
 — 21 
 
The Storm 
 
 D'ERHEAD the clouds are black. 
 Trees sway to and fro. 
 Trunks move fore and back 
 And great commotion show. 
 
 Hum of insects ceases 
 As darkness fills the sky. 
 Noise of leaves increases 
 And upward high they fly. 
 
 Beetles no longer glow 
 They shut their lanterns tight. 
 Safe in their nests they go, 
 Quiet and free from light. 
 
 22 — 
 
Air in the branches sighs, 
 Chirps of the fowls decrease 
 Ominous silence lies, 
 All sounds of life surcease. 
 
 In frenzy blows the wind, 
 Eddies of dust it makes. 
 Dumb creature seeks its kind. 
 With fear and cold it quakes. 
 
 Limbs crack furiously, 
 Big boughs bend and bow. 
 The dogs whine anxiously, 
 The restless cattle low. 
 
 23 
 
Waters in sea and lake, 
 Whether of green or blue 
 Homeric soundings make; 
 In white caps each pursue. 
 
 The grass wantonly waves 
 On barren hill and dale 
 To ghosts of empty graves, 
 Unmindful of the gale. 
 
 Crickets in tiny homes, 
 On limb or leaf or mounds 
 Known only to the gnomes. 
 Conclude their joyous sounds. 
 
 — 24 — 
 
Frogs in the marshes croak 
 In suits of speckled green, 
 With such fantastic cloak, 
 Like splendor never seen. 
 
 Birds quickly seek their nest, 
 Their fluttering young to still 
 Sit silent like the rest 
 As the small mouths they fill. 
 
 Four-footed beasts with pack 
 Wearily walk the fields, 
 Groaning with bulging sack 
 With grain the country yields. 
 
 — 25 
 
Before the coming storm, 
 Droning an olden song, 
 With a tired weary form. 
 The farmer speeds along. 
 
 Around confusion reigns. 
 Loud peals of thunder roll; 
 As lightning flash obtains. 
 Awe fully fills the soul. 
 
 Rain from above descends 
 Amply on mother earth; 
 Prayer thankfully ascends 
 For its preserving worth. 
 
 — 26 — 
 
Pompeii 
 
 CRUETS of oil, jars of wine, 
 Juices held in olden time 
 Of olive and of luscious grape 
 As though of different vine, 
 May have come from any clime. 
 All the jars had diverse shape 
 They on shelves were ranged in line. 
 
 Though the taps were not the same, 
 
 Pipes led to the self-same jar. 
 
 Modern tricks are never new. 
 
 Practised was the olden game 
 
 Skillful in peace and war. 
 
 It was tried in every age; 
 
 To cheat the public was the aim. 
 
 — 27 — 
 
In ev'ry land near and far, 
 Human nature runs quite true, 
 Varying with changing stage. 
 Frauds as now one's faith will mar. 
 Numberless they are or few. 
 Always are simple and sage. 
 To rich, to poor there 's no bar. 
 
 The narrow streets are silent, 
 The villas quiet too; 
 No revelry is present. 
 And visitors are few. 
 
 — 28- 
 
No couples on pleasure bent; 
 Really just you and I. 
 An air of sadness is lent, 
 A feeling that makes one sigh. 
 
 Hum of life is absent 
 No one in ruins gay; 
 For in twain the veil is rent 
 Leaving gloom and dismay. 
 
 There are so many secrets 
 Here that we shall not know. 
 How many are the regrets 
 Of those suddenly laid low! 
 
 29- 
 
Bare destruction ev'rywhere ! 
 But great the pain, the grief. 
 Misery they had to share; 
 Death alone was their relief. 
 
 Around about is decay. 
 The lizard of green runs wild, 
 Chases another in play. 
 The air is balmy and mild. 
 
 Plights of troth freely given, 
 Lovers with passion kissed, 
 Quickly to death were driven. 
 No longer are they missed. 
 
 .30 — 
 
Where are those who used to shout 
 When they played the Roman game? 
 Loudly stuck their fingers out. 
 Mora is ever the same. 
 
 Then as now the game they play, 
 Was perhaps by Cicero, 
 Both by man and child today; 
 E'en perchance by Scipio. 
 
 Almost yesterday the streets 
 Filled up with laughing throng 
 Were amused with funny feats. 
 With merry dancing and with song. 
 
 ■31 
 
Hover they over the stones? 
 They the great Majority, 
 Are they ashes, are they bones? 
 We are the Minority. 
 
 ■3i — 
 
Sappho 
 
 OH Sappho! 
 What memories arise 
 At mention of thy name! 
 What mysteries devise 
 At echo of thy fame! 
 
 Where is thy lovely mind ? 
 Does it still live today 
 With ardent love so blind 
 In love's immortal way? 
 
 In truth it is not dead. 
 It will forever thrive 
 As long as blood is red, 
 As long as mortals strive. 
 
 — 33 — 
 
1 
 
 You are so far away! 
 Or will you ne'er return? 
 Will you forever stay? 
 Shall true love ever burn? 
 
 Forsooth where have you gone? 
 On journey short or long? 
 Not by yourself alone 
 Chanting your Sapphic song! 
 
 With true celestial fire 
 
 That thrills through many a heart, 
 
 Where is your liquid lyre 
 
 In village or in mart? 
 
 — 34 — 
 
No courtezan were you ! 
 In violet crown alone, 
 But plaintive, tender, true 
 You fill a graceful throne. 
 
 Scent of rose will abide 
 Wherever you have lain. 
 A secret I '11 confide. 
 For you, wept tears ot pain. 
 
 To see you once again 
 In many lands I 've sought. 
 I 've roamed the salty main, 
 But all my search is naught. 
 
 — 35 
 
So much I yearn for you 
 Your passion to attain, 
 I evermore pursue. 
 Indeed! It is in vain. 
 
 Your verse was ever sweet, 
 Without your presence here 
 This Hfe is incomplete! 
 O would that you were near! 
 
 I to Mytilene sailed. 
 Alas! I found you not. 
 The hopeless quest has failed, 
 And I am much distraught. 
 
 -36- 
 
To Lesbos I was driven. 
 Your absence was too plain. 
 The shining sun was hidden, 
 Dark to many a swain. 
 
 To Naukratis I flew. 
 Alack! in hopes I went. 
 Was sure I had a clew. 
 On you my thoughts are bent. 
 
 And then to many streams! 
 Your eyes of violet blue 
 Do haunt me in my dreams. 
 Forever I shall sue. 
 
 — 37 — 
 
Wherever I may roam, 
 On river, sea or land 
 I fail to find your home ! 
 You beckon with your hand! 
 
 I ever see your face 
 And form so full of grace. 
 Ne'er clasp you in my race! 
 Where is your dwelling place? 
 
 I dreamed I held you tight 
 And would not let you go. 
 A world in splendor bright 
 Was my heart's burning glow. 
 
 .38- 
 
Is this a fruitless quest? 
 For mortal here below 
 No peace, no hope, no rest 
 Deathless, divine Sappho? 
 
 39- 
 
The Sea of Gennesaret 
 
 'HE sun no longer shines. 
 How bleak the landscape looks! 
 Onife there are no signs, 
 But for the babbling brooks. 
 
 The wind begins to blow. 
 Confusion reigns supreme. 
 The farmers cease to mow. 
 The sea-gulls shrilly scream. 
 
 Phoebus where are thy beams ? 
 No radiance do you show. 
 Rosy light faintly gleams 
 Upon the earth below. 
 
 — 40 — 
 
Phaeton drives his car 
 On clouds' vapory back, 
 With steeds high stepping far 
 Across the heavens black. 
 
 The waves aloft are dashed, 
 All nature is convulsed, 
 The world in anguish lashed, 
 The good the bad repulsed. 
 
 So simple and so vast, 
 All nature is astray, 
 In disorder all is cast, 
 In man there is dismay. 
 
 — 41 — 
 
There seems to be no guide 
 In throes of the upheaval. 
 The horizon 's cold and wide 
 With signs of coming evil. 
 
 Control is lost to Pan 
 Disorder is complete. 
 Surely the Master can 
 Stay the waves at His feet. 
 
 His will is absolute. 
 Confidence reliant: 
 Graciousness resolute; 
 Chaos quite defiant. 
 
 •42 — 
 
Spirits of air are staid, 
 In their destruction bent. 
 Spirits of deep allayed, 
 Like oil on waters sent. 
 
 Quiet with peace now reigns, 
 The earth is filled with hope, 
 Efforts to clean the stains 
 Of nations, now must cope. 
 
 A coming race is here; 
 Shortly the natal day, 
 When man will have no fear 
 His meaning to convey. 
 
 — 43 — 
 
The words to others spoken, 
 Said by Talleyrand so keen, 
 Were e'en just a token, 
 Of what man did not mean. 
 
 — 44- 
 
S^^K 
 
 With Eyes of Jade 
 
 |[OME years ago I walked Broadway 
 In the shimmer of changing light, 
 I saw a handsome girl one day, 
 Of graceful air, of pleasing sight. 
 
 Wistful she was as one could see, 
 With no thought of harm; ignorant 
 Of ways of the world; gay was she, 
 And of liberties tolerant. 
 
 A flirting girl she soon became, 
 And the blush on her cheeks will fade. 
 Common will grow without much shame. 
 Will quickly be an unchaste maid. 
 
 — 45 — 
 
What were the steps she took to sin 
 On the slippery downward path? 
 What had she done, why should begin 
 To bring on herself" the Furies' wrath? 
 
 In time she was shabby in dress. 
 To hide the lines she began to paint. 
 One could see she was in distress. 
 She lost all pride, had no restraint. 
 
 Where the child of this charming girl? 
 Was it blighted, poor human thing! 
 And had she a cute little curl? 
 Was mother plighted with a ring? 
 
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 ■46- 
 
On a marble slab in a dissecting room, 
 A slender form was neatly laid, 
 With striking features without bloom. 
 Hair, Titian shade, eyes green as jade. 
 
 How graceful, clean, her feminine mien ! 
 How spare the form, which stemmed the storm 
 Of disease and death. Where is the breath 
 Of this sweet maid, the penalty paid? 
 
 •47 — 
 
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 Spring 
 
 ^^s^HEY strolled across the field one morn. 
 V/J The dew was on the grass and corn. 
 The sun came up but all too soon 
 To take the place of fading moon. 
 
 The birds sang out their morning tune 
 And trilled their notes of prayerful boon. 
 The lark with tuneful song on high, 
 The thrush in hedge as they passed by, 
 
 Saluted them with cheer this day 
 The mocking-bird with roundelay, 
 As free from care they went their way 
 This lovely morn in gladsome May. 
 
 -48- 
 
The birds in song and cadence vie, 
 The swallows twitter in the sky, 
 And singing swell their little throats 
 As on the air the music floats. 
 
 Red- vest robin sings all day 
 And worms he searches for in play; 
 Pulls and stretches to their dismay 
 Trim and grim at his labors stay. 
 
 His cousin blue bird sings his lay. 
 He hops around and is quite gay; 
 And flits in shining sun's bright ray, 
 At times he rests in boughs of bay. 
 
 — 49 — 
 
Hand in hand in the fields they stray, 
 For many things they had to say, 
 Along the river in the glade 
 On leafy banks and in the shade. 
 
 So many birds have notes of joy 
 When out of tune our ears annoy. 
 The jay bird proudly shrills his hymn 
 In handsome plumage scorns black Jim. 
 
 Who hunts his food and is alert 
 With warning caw, with weather eye 
 For coming harm, for cruel hurt 
 Which he can plainly see on high. 
 
 ■50 — 
 
All the birds of earth and air 
 In the springtime begin to pair. 
 Land and fields have carpets green, 
 Nature rejoices in their sheen. 
 
 The nodding lily rears its head, 
 The modest violet hugs its bed, 
 Sweet-scented lilacs spread around, 
 So other flowers in the ground. 
 
 The bashful daisy its graceful neck. 
 Bends in ben'son. All flowers beck 
 As if to say on God's footstool 
 " We bud and blow under His rule." 
 
 51 
 
The lovely rose in beauty blows, 
 In stately pose it bends and bows. 
 In calm repose it sweetly grows. 
 Where'er she goes, its fragrance flows. 
 
 As the roses bloom in the spring 
 Joy and love lie under their wing, 
 Innocent pure the buds they bring. 
 Lovely and sweet the scents they fling. 
 
 — 52 — 
 
Love 
 
 aLL human love prepares the way 
 Here and hereafter for divine. 
 Our sorrow and pain it may allay 
 And help in time it to refine. 
 
 What is more rare to know 
 Than human love divine 
 Which seldom mortals show, 
 Save in impassioned line! 
 
 The Master was quite human 
 Miriam well He knew. 
 The nature of a woman 
 Is no mystery to you! 
 
 53 — 
 
What is love can you say? 
 Must you be with the one? 
 Never tire when you stay: 
 To do is never done; 
 
 Ever with when away 
 Just the loved one or none. 
 No longer blithe and gay, 
 If not sure you have won. 
 
 The feeling is God sent 
 And must not be abused. 
 Only for a while is lent 
 Beware how it is used. 
 
 — 54 — 
 
3. 
 
 War 
 
 ^¥^HAT is war? Is it glory? 
 v£y To be told in story, 
 Of shot and of lance, 
 For beautiful France. 
 
 Is it duty complete. 
 Without booty. It 's meet 
 For British on land, on sea 
 To fight for liberty. 
 
 Is it job to be done. 
 And success to be won, 
 By American Yanks, 
 With extravagant thanks? 
 
 — 55 
 
War 's made by nations three 
 Both with man and with gun, 
 Both in air and on sea 
 To whip the cruel Hun. 
 
 And waged with frightful tanks, 
 By ev'ry secret plan, 
 With endless serried ranks 
 Designed by mighty man. 
 
 There is lasting glory 
 For every one to share. 
 To be writ in story. 
 To all there was despair. 
 
 -S6- 
 
Enduring fame is won 
 On the sea, on the land, 
 When the job is well done 
 By an united band. 
 
 There are such frightful scenes 
 In the rout of the foe; 
 Was done by many means 
 That are above, below. 
 
 Our duty is not ended; 
 We must steadfastly stand. 
 Right shall be defended 
 And must be in command. 
 
 — 57 — 
 
Never again the mailed fist, 
 For Justice e'er shall reign, 
 Might always must desist, 
 Firm Freedom shall we gain. 
 
 When our flag js unfurled 
 Oppression is fended, 
 In this wide spacious world 
 Lasting Peace is tended. 
 
 OhlGlory, Duty, Job! 
 There 's heard a soaring sob! 
 Grim Death will surely rob 
 Man of all and of life. 
 In this dread deadly strife 
 Of cruelty so rife. 
 
 58- 
 
Right is and shall be Might, 
 Indeed Might is not Right. 
 Shall be no Hunnish screed 
 And no spurious creed. 
 
 — 59 — 
 
Lije 
 
 j(^-nHERE was a darky black as spades, 
 ^^^ And he could neither read or write. 
 He lived down South near the Everglades. 
 His skin was black, his heart was white. 
 
 Was always gwine to get a job 
 Said perhaps he 'd get a quarter, 
 Was never known to take a gob 
 Before his doggie or daughter. 
 
 This dog was bright and eager 
 To do his master's will. 
 Had defect as to figger 
 But his orders would fulfill. 
 
 60 — 
 
His pedigree was perfect, 
 Was quite Americain; 
 In the melting pot select, 
 Was mongrel of ev'ry strain. 
 
 The dog he loved, his name was Jocks, 
 Was ever at his master's heel. 
 Whose shoes were worn; he had no socks, 
 The cold and damp he did not feel. 
 
 He cared not for the daily knocks; 
 He knew not where he 'd have a meal; 
 Minded not the usual mocks, 
 And thought they were the human deal. 
 
 — 61 — 
 
His eyes were small and like a pig's 
 Most hon'ry cuss you ever saw, 
 But my! How he could dance the jigs, 
 And loud and bass was his guffaw. 
 
 For " low white trash " he had no use 
 Had great respect for gentlemen born. 
 Never answered, but took abuse 
 With fatuous look, quite forlorn. 
 
 He could shuffle and he could sing, 
 Bending forward he would pat, 
 And he could cut the pigeon wing 
 As while around him others sat. 
 
 •6a — 
 
His good humor at all times fine 
 And his patience ever the same; 
 His wish not above he's 'agwine 
 He'd no desire tor earthly fame. 
 
 There were two things he loved, he'd say 
 His yellow dog and little girl. 
 He disappeared from town in May. 
 The street knew not his kinky curl. 
 
 He returned to his haunts one day; 
 Said to the clerk; " Boss, I'se got back," 
 Who never knew he'd been away, 
 Of patriotism, his seeming lack. 
 
 63 
 
His grinning face ceased not to shine, 
 His air was more preoccupied, 
 As if for loved ones he would pine 
 For one he loved had lately died. 
 
 His little girl the Lord had taken 
 And his yellow dog, an old friend, 
 Now they would not be forsaken 
 " I'se ready boss for you to send." 
 
 -64- 
 
The Promise 
 
 00 you recall the day 
 I asked you with me stay? 
 " If you promise not to die 
 But longer live than I." 
 
 Your eyes so blue and true 
 Filled with tears of limpid dew. 
 Was ever promise made 
 Between a man and maid, 
 
 So solemnly agreed ? 
 I knew I would indeed 
 The trusting one outlive, 
 With all she had to give. 
 
 -6s- 
 
What faith therein was shown! 
 The love was ne'er outgrown. 
 Was it so very brash? 
 And was she really rash, 
 
 A troth so long to make 
 With many years at stake? 
 Alas! What a contrast, 
 The present and the past! 
 
 — 66- 
 
The Holy Land 
 
 QALESTINE holy will no longer weep 
 For ancient glory. She will ever keep 
 The sacred fire and will brightly burn 
 With fervid ire, and all surrender spurn. 
 
 Had never despair of final success. 
 
 In city most fair with frightful distress 
 
 In song and in story, Jerusalem, 
 
 The blessed and the hoary, no requiem, 
 
 But anthem is played for a joy intense; 
 No longer dismayed! There is recompense. 
 No more they frequent the white walls of wailing 
 But all are fervent, each other hailing. 
 
 -67- 
 
No sackcloth is worn, no ashes are cast 
 
 On heads that are shorn for sins of the past; 
 
 And no looks forlorn, no gnashing of teeth 
 
 In the bright rosy morn, with fresh budding wreath, 
 
 No vestments are torn by a weeping crowd, 
 But broad smiles are borne and no one is bowed 
 In shame; all content, since Allenby came; 
 His name is " God sent " and great is his fame. 
 
 — 68 — 
 
3. 
 
 Sister 
 
 ^T^HERE has sister gone? 
 \Xy Lovely as a flower 
 She is not alone. 
 In a shady bower, 
 
 She has gone to play. 
 But is ever near 
 And not far away. 
 Has no longer fear. 
 
 This fair little maid, 
 In her cunning chaps, 
 Just from sight did fade 
 With her other traps. 
 
 -69- 
 
Often did she climb 
 In her pants and shirt, 
 Adroitly limb from limb. 
 She did n't like a skirt. 
 
 When she went to ride 
 In her leather flaps, 
 In them took a pride 
 Examined all the straps. 
 
 In the yellow gorse 
 With her tie of red, 
 Oft she rode her horse 
 Which at times she fed. 
 
 — 70- 
 
Much she liked the game. 
 On her steed astride, 
 Sammie was her name. 
 She could nicely ride. 
 
 She was ever gay 
 On horse or in tree. 
 For she used to say 
 A boy she would be, 
 
 If she had her way. 
 Sometime her we '11 see. 
 Charming winsome fay; 
 For she is quite free. 
 
 — 71 — 
 
3. 
 
 Izebel 
 
 XZEBEL! How forceful and great. 
 How suggestive the name! 
 Consort of proud, wilful monarch 
 Impulsive, impetuous, handsome, tall, 
 Son of powerful Omri. 
 
 She ruled Samaria. 
 
 How mighty her power! 
 Every gift material 
 That nature could shower. 
 None lacking essential, 
 Her traits most potential. 
 
 Like a drawn sword ! 
 
 Was willowy tall and subtle. 
 
 ■72 — 
 
Her step was musical, 
 
 Her skin dark and smooth, 
 
 Her dreamy eyes smouldered with passion 
 
 Ahungry for loving devotion. 
 
 And her charm! 
 
 Her beauty entrancing 
 More lovely than morn. 
 Her lips made to kiss 
 Curled too often in scorn. 
 Her face was perfect 
 So was her form. 
 
 Clad in a short gown 
 Accustomed to roam, 
 In field and in town, 
 But never alone. 
 
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Priestess she was and queen, 
 Daughter of priest and king, 
 As onward she passed 
 Up sprang the flowers. 
 Birds would with melody sing. 
 
 In dance most gracefully glided 
 
 Majestic, lithe, sinuous. Her motion 
 
 Was cold and wraithlike 
 
 Till with passion she pulsated. 
 
 Vibrated in time with cymbal and harp, 
 
 Most rhythmically moved. 
 
 Roused to rapture, most rapidly whirled. 
 
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Alas! she won the enmity 
 
 Of the prophet; rough, jealous 
 
 Whose religion, she said 
 
 Was not for women, 
 
 At times from temples excluded. 
 
 Lilies her beckoned, 
 Time never reckoned. 
 When she was present. 
 In mind clear and keen. 
 Was fervid and ardent! 
 Like blossoms of lotus 
 Of pomegranate 1 ween. 
 
 The Phoenician of Zidon 
 Was like sweet-scented myrtle, 
 Decked with flowers, most lovable 
 Robed in Tyrian purple. 
 
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Virile, masterful, she to attain 
 All, the best, not always at once. 
 But day by day she would fain. 
 
 All earth was commotion 
 
 When she was seen, 
 
 The stars of night beat with emotion, 
 
 To do her honor they twinkled. 
 
 In her bright brilliant beauty 
 
 No equal in bearing, 
 
 Was true to her rearing. 
 
 To the house of famous Dido. 
 
 Radiant she was and comely 
 
 Like the morning star. 
 
 With shining splendor of the sun 
 
 Subdued by the soft silvery light of the moon. 
 
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Loved she not her lord and master, 
 Yearned she not with passion tender 
 Could not her heart sense disaster, 
 That ties of blood must engender? 
 
 Mere sight of her, 
 Made men fight for her. 
 And sacrifice life for her. 
 With their all. 
 
 And her end 1 
 
 Killed, thrown into the street 
 Her and hers for the dogs to eat. 
 Wiped out both branch and root 
 Nothing left; all given to loot. 
 
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Nothing but hand and foot 
 And the lifeless head 
 So perfect, so expressive in life 
 No longer distorted in strife. 
 She is dead! 
 
 And the dogs did eat 
 The flesh of Izebel. 
 
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The Great Adventure 
 
 ^Y^HENE'ER we die, may we be clean 
 vXy In form, in mind; and may our soul 
 Mount upward, upward and be seen 
 By all who love us, at the goal; 
 
 Both meet; and help us not repine 
 For all that has been done. 
 Our actions aid us to refine. 
 Everything we might have won. 
 
 Another chance to win. 
 For there are different lives 
 Than this one that we now are in; 
 And here and there man strives, 
 
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To do the Master's will 
 Whatever it may be, 
 And His vocation fill 
 In lives we '11 surely see. 
 
 Has life a failure been? 
 
 Have strivings been for naught? 
 
 Is any deadly sin 
 
 In this fight that 's been fought? 
 
 Sin is but ignorance, 
 Truth only relative, 
 Nor is there any chance; 
 Evil is negative. 
 
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At last Right shall prevail, 
 Nor for a moment doubt. 
 When ignorance assail, 
 Shall evil genii rout. 
 
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XN the grave is the brave! 
 Just the form after storm I 
 Let it lie. Let us sigh. 
 Let the soul reach its goal. 
 
 Is on high in the sky! 
 
 Is not here! Never fear. 
 
 Will come back. There is no lack 
 
 This is so, here below. 
 
 We must wait at the gate 
 For the soul from its goal. 
 On return we shall learn 
 What 's its fate. May be late. 
 
 — 82 — 
 
It is sure to return 
 
 As a needle to pole. 
 
 May take time, soiled with grime 
 
 To be whole; it 's the toll! 
 
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 HEY rested long 
 Soothed by song. 
 
 Away dull care 
 They happy fare. 
 
 Delightful day 
 Harmless the play. 
 
 The lovers gay 
 In month of May. 
 
 The lovers jest 
 About love's quest. 
 
 The love Is guessed 
 At love's behest. 
 
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The lovers rest 
 
 When love 's confessed. 
 
 My love is true 
 And are you too? 
 
 Love is divine 
 And you have mine. 
 
 The lover's love 
 Comes from above. 
 
 The lovers trust, 
 Each other must. 
 
 True love's kiss 
 Is earthly bliss. 
 
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The Seven Seals 
 
 teVEN Spirits of God draw near 
 
 ' With seven shining stars. They '11 fear, 
 
 Who do not listen to the charge, 
 Given to all the world at large. 
 
 Deeds have happened, again will be. 
 When the dangers are not heeded; 
 Read and you '11 know, look and you '11 see 
 If the warnings are not needed. 
 
 On high was heard and on the land 
 Peals of thunder, chaos of noise, 
 On a white charger, in whose hand 
 Was a bow, rode a man of poise. 
 
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Plagues of all kinds filled his quiver 
 And here and there shot he arrows 
 Full of death, which made one shiver, 
 As plentiful as the sparrows. 
 
 In conquering he was cruel. 
 Adorned with shining steel his steed; 
 In his crown there was a jewel; 
 In white was man of direful deed. 
 
 The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed. 
 There followed soon on a white horse 
 One proud, pompous, bad, unabashed, 
 Ruthless with lust of lawless force. 
 
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He tightly grasped his mighty sword 
 And took from earth the blessed peace, 
 And murdered as the highest lord 
 And gave the noisome Beast release. 
 
 His will supreme, his wish but one; 
 To bring all nations to his feet. 
 With every crime that was done 
 To him the killing was most sweet. 
 
 Famine and hunger was the name 
 Of the third rider who was sly. 
 .He was a cheat and had no shame, 
 With specious argument and lie. 
 
He began to slay by measure. 
 On a black horse he was astride. 
 He killed at his own sweet pleasure; 
 By horrid hunger victims died. 
 
 On a pale horse with scythe in clutch 
 Rode grinning Death with Hell behind; 
 Killed with sword, hunger, death, with such 
 Brutish beasts of barbarous kind. 
 
 Only requiem; Death's wings hum 
 The dying heard, no other hymn 
 In gorgeous palace, dirty slum 
 To face the cruel monster grim. 
 
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In robes of white they 're laid away. 
 The souls soar upward in the sky. 
 Until the final judgment day 
 Still side by side the bodies lie. 
 
 The fifth seal was now broken. 
 Spirits of just men cried aloud, 
 " How long shall be without token? " 
 Then to each He gave a white shroud. 
 
 " Must rest for a little season, 
 Must wait in patience and obey. 
 Must have faith that there is reason, 
 To avenge your blood why delay." 
 
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Lo ! the sixth seal was opened back 
 With howling wind, with great earthquake. 
 The moon was red, the sun was black, 
 The stars fell down on earth and lake. 
 
 Kings scampered here and scurried there. 
 And all the men both great and small, 
 Out of His sight they hurried where 
 To shun His wrath and find a pall. 
 
 Seventh seal was cleft in silence, 
 The seven trumpets made no blare, 
 Golden censer full of incense, 
 Gave prayers of saints to ambient air, 
 
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And to the throne of God were taken. 
 After censer was void of fire, 
 Angels, men and beasts were shaken 
 By terrible celestial ire. 
 
 Voices were heard above, below, 
 One mighty earthquake shook the ground, 
 With lightnings were the heavens aglow; 
 Thunderings louder made the sound. 
 
 In time was the Lamb triumphant. 
 All wickedness at last restrained; 
 The lion is never rampant 
 And now no longer is enchained. 
 
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^^^HREE thousand miles away remain 
 V^v In foreign fields our boys, who sleep. 
 They won. On breast there is no stain. 
 They are not dead; we must not weep. 
 
 The frightful war, was it in vain? 
 Oh! say not so. It 's just begun. 
 In many lands, where heroes slain 
 The torch burns on, the fight 's not done. 
 
 In maintenance of Freedom's right 
 Always remember those who died. 
 And keep the brilliance burning bright 
 In all the world and on this side. 
 
 — 93 
 
Let not our thoughts be greed and gain, 
 But let us spread the sacred fire, 
 And ne'er forget the rape, the stain, 
 That rouse our wrath and our just ire. 
 
 Strive till the cause for which we fought 
 Is firm and strong upon the earth. 
 No slaves there '11 be, no lives be bought 
 When all shall own true human worth. 
 
 Freeman all in every clime. 
 Bondage though loose the bonds disdain, 
 Shall sing the anthem for all time, 
 " Liberty and peace shall ever reign." 
 
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To Patriotism 
 
 OHE greatest things, that man can do; 
 To love his home, his country too. 
 To do the first, he must the second; 
 He by deeds is truly reckoned. 
 
 An alien foe or a stanch Yank, 
 He must be one, he can't be two, 
 And in this land he must be frank. 
 No specious lies, he must be true. 
 
 One language in this lovely land 
 Which all must speak, no foreign tongue 
 Official be; one firm knit band, 
 One land, one speech; one flag is hung. 
 
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And always upright must we stand 
 When the Nation's song is sung. 
 Must ever lend a helping hand 
 To them who mount the higher rung. 
 
 Our country first and last shall be. 
 At home in bonds of peace we '11 live; 
 We '11 stand for love and liberty, 
 To all, the best we '11 freely give. 
 
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