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THK Sl'N. SUNDAY. .JlTI.V 11. 1018.
The Best Verse of the Week
If the Weather Is Hot Perhaps These Will Not Leave You Cold
The Song of the Mine
By Harold Willard Gleason.
I bob upon the billows blue;
I dance about with artless glee,
Now buried, now exposed to view,
Black as the hearts that "planted" inc.
I wander over oceans wide,
The lonely curlew is my friend.
The sport am I of wind and tide
Until my evil quest shall end;
End in the crash of rending steel;
In scalding steam; in cries of fright;
In things to gorge tjie shark and eel;
In screams of women through the night.
And so I wallow through the seas
That e'er ray glistening sides caress;
Battered by wave and spurned by breeze,
A minister of Frightfulness,
The College, in Wartime
By Edward N. Teall.
When her sons go to serve on sea or land,
Each to his post of duty,
Serene ly strong shall she, the Mother, stand,
In sacrilicial beauty.
To Any Woman
By Brian Hooker.
Never tell me what you are,
Lest I dare to make you less
Lest I hold the golden star
. To ray bosom and confess
Fire and dross and earth 1 in ess ;
For I know you cannot be
Wholly what you seem to me.
Shine beyond mp, calm and high,
Fair to love and far from knowing,
So that, striving to descry
Heaven in you, and slowly growing
Through forgiving and foregoing,
Somehow I may come to be
Worthy your reality.
From The Touchstone.
Salute to the Flag
By Nancy Ford.
Bravely the stars that tell a nation's story
Shine on thy field to spread abroad her farai;
Proudly we hail thee, for ours is thy glory;
Ay, and if shame be thine, ours is that shame.
Flag of our fathers, borne from age to age,
Ours to uphold, our trust, our heritage.
Now in the hour of our nation's peril,
Now when we know the little worth of gold,
Now when the gains of peace seem poor and sterile,
We turn and see thee as thou wast of old
A living flame, shining for victory
Above the conquering hosts of liberty.
Looking on thee, how can we but remember
What stained thy crimson folds a deeper red,
The blood of those whom yet we cannot number,
The deathless army of the nameless dead
Who died who yet shall dieAh, not in vain
To keep at least thine honor free from stain.
Who died ami yet shall die!. Who live forever,
The answer comes, in this for whieh they die!
0 flag, which art the price of their endeavor,
Once more o'er battling armies shalt thou fly,
And doubting men shall know their cause worth while,
And dying men shall look on thee and smile.
0 thou, whose honor has been lwught so dearly,
Be proud, thy sons are proud to die for thee;
Be brave, fear not to sec the future clearly;
Be strong for truth, thou banner of the free;
Now is the hour of vengeance, saith the Word.
Oo forth and do the judgments of the Lord !
By Clinton Scollard.
The poppy morn cast off the yoke
Of night's engirdling dark, and then
A drowBy wren awoke and broke
The dewy silence of the glen.
A meadow-lark took up the strain,
A cuckoo joined with rhythmic croon;
A bobolink flung its refrain
Down the warm pathways of the noon.
Ere long a twittering grossbeak made
The maple leaves a quivering choir,
While in the elms an oriole played
Upon its fleeting lute of fire.
So drooped the dusk, and with the hush
That wrapt the lily and the rose
That nocturne of the hermit-thrush
Brought day with song unto its close.
By Berton Braley.
I used to wake up with a sticky tongue
And an eye that jvas dull and red,
And the songs that the early birdies sung
I heard on my way to bed.
But now I jump with the reveille
And my eyes are bright and clear
And I thank my lurky stars each day
That the (lovemment brought rae here.
I used to be mean as a hermit crab
Till I'd swallowed my morning dr?nk,
But now that I'm wearing the Olive Drab
I'm blithe as a bobolink;
For the fresh air thrills through my throat and chest
And I just want to shout and roar,
And life has a savour, a zip, a zest
That I never have known before.
I nsed to be flabby and soft and white
When I sat at a desk in town,
But since I've been learning the way to tight
I'm husky and hard and brown.
It took a cocktail to make me cat
The choicest food, but now
You watch me march to a mess shack seat
Jpid wade through the army chow.
So I smile a sort of a shame faced smile
When I think how I plead exempt,
And I'm glad that the board saw through my guile
With a glance of cool contempt;
And though I may perish across the seas,
I'll be one of a splendid clan,
For the army's taken a piece of cheese
And made it into a Man!
From In Camp and Trench. George II. Doran Co,
What's the Use?
By Lilian Leveridge.
What's the use, dear heart,
Just because the skies are gray,
And the bright things that you dream of
Never seem to come your wayf
Storms and shadows make the sunshine
Afterward more clear and bright.
Joy of dawn can only follow
After dreary glooms of night.
What's the use of idly wishing
For a soft and easy timet
They who gain the sunny summits
Arc not carried then. they climb.
Man was made for strong endeavor.
Iiieh and rare the recompense
That's awaiting grit and daring,
Tempered well with common sense.
What's the use of fuss and fretting
When the world seems going wrong?
Time will smooth out all the tangles
On the. .knotted skein ere long.
Ever in the keenest conflict
Worry's on the losing side.
Follow faith, whose voice of quiet
Safe to victory will guide.
What's the use of fondly dreaming
Of the great things you would do,
Scorning little, lowly duties,
Day by day that call for you I
By the path of slight endeavor .
Honor cometh not but such
As aro faithful in the little
May be trusted with the much.
What's the use of weakly yielding
To a foolish fit of "blues"!
Whistling's better far tlun weeping
You can wliistle if you choose.
Wherefore magnify your troubles !
Wherefore minimize your hope,
Viewing virtues through the wrong end
Of Love's mighty telescope!
What's the use of pensive pining
For the Alpine edelweiss,
While about your feet are blowing
Flowers as fair at lesser price!
When you've used up all the sweetness
That along your path is shed,
Angel hands will surely scatter
Brighter blessings on your head.
What's the use of dull despairing
When you've fought so hard and failed!
After countless disappointments
Heights of glory oft are sculed.
Obstacles, mistakes and failures
Stepping stones may prove to you.
Courage, then ! Nor faint nor falter
Till you win your Waterloo.
rom Over the Hills of Home and Other 1'ocms.
McClellandj Goodchdd & Sletcart.
Buffaloes in France
By Seabury Lawrence.
The Buffaloes are comin',
Break de news to Kaiser Bill;
When he sees dem husky niggala
He is due to have a chill.
All the way fin dusty Upton
They arc comin' o'er the sea,
An' fm tin hat down to brogan
Dey is fit as fit kin be.
"See It Through," is whut dey singin'
Long, black legions "See 1 Through,"
Thirty-seben hunderd fighters,
Singin', Kaiser Boy, to you.
Maybe you ain't hear de story,
Just a word to Berlin Bill
If dem Fifteenth Boys doan git yuh,
"Desc yuh Buffaloes shuly will."
By Don C Seitz.
Funny how the wild things
Live so close to us;
F'r instance, Muter Woodchuck
Thrives without no fuss
Makin' his home in the hillside,
Kight in all plain sight.
Gits his livin' proper,
Doesn't have to fight.
Now and then the dogs break loose
An' chase him to his burrow;
Seldom git him, for he's swift,
Dodgin' by turf an furrow
Till he's safe inside his fort
Not wuth diggin' out,
Feedin on the clover roots,
Chirky, clean an' stout!
From Farm Voices. Harper f Brothers.
John Purroy Mitchel, Patriot
By Edward N. Teall.
0 gallant soul, that could not rest
Nor find content and ease of heart
In any service but the best,
In any but the nobler part!
That could not dwell in slothful ease,
Or find in words of tongue or pen
The measure of its energies
In service to the sons of men !
That could not see another pay
His part of freedom's price,
But must on freedom's altar lay
His life, in cheerful sacrifice!
Kaiser in Petto
By Willis Steell.
The Kaiser sat in his baby chair,
And pored o'er the map of the world.
To mark for himself the places where
His black (lag flew unfurled.
He smiled as he picked out each tiny spit
Now fall'n beneath his rule,
When a voice called out: "I can't keep it hot."
'Twas his nurse outside with the gruel.
The Kaiser said : "The time has come
For me to indulge in play;
I must beat ray rattle and pound my drum
While Hindenburg's away."
So be dipped his finger in ink and drew
A straggling, erratic line,
"Ungrateful cities of Europe, you,
All of you shall be mine!"
"You must come now, William," Nursey said,
In accents firm as fate,
'Tis ten and you ought to be in bed;
You mustn't sit up late.
Be a good little Kaiser and drink your gruel."
He raised a horrid din.
"I'll send you packing," he said, "old fool,
In my latest Zeppelin!"
The Kaiser bent to his map with glee;
Ocean he crossed in a trice.
"America looks good to me,
And Henry found it nice.
Through Washington on a charger white
I shall ride as victors do,
While the Yankees beg me with all their might
To be their Kaiser, too.
"And should they threaten to send me home,
With their army close packed like snow,
I will sneer as my ancestors did at Home:
'Thick grass is a cinch to mow!'
The Hun the imperial city sacked,
And I guess . . ." "Get off that stool!
Hindy shall know how naughty you act;
Come at once and drink your gruel 1"