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Little we fear
Once on the boughs
Here let us sport,
Evenings we knew, Happy as this; Faces we miss, Pleasant to see. Kind hearts and true, Gentle and just, Peace to your dust! We sing round the tree.
Care, like a dun,
Drain we the cup.
THE VANISHING ARMY – G. A. R.
BY ARTHUR LEWIS TUBBS
From the wave-washed strand of the Golden Land
To the shores of the Eastern sea;
To the Southland's flowery lea,
And the fife with its martial lay,
To keep Memorial Day.
They were heroes all when the trumpet's call
Was heard in the days gone by;
When they heard their country's cry.
'Tis a loving tribute to pay,
Is spread on Memorial Day.
For the Stripes and Stars and the gleaming bars
To a nation of peace belong,
Or the children's voices in song.
That once they used in the fray;
As they march on Memorial Day.
The ranks grow thinner, the marchers few,
On many a mound that was not found
But one short year ago.
Or a little longer stay,
The nation can never pay.
Let Northern blossoms and Southern blooms
Their tendrils intertwine:
whether they wore the gray, We own them ours and scatter the flowers
For all, on Memorial Day.
WHEN BABY LAUGHS
BY A. J. WATERHOUSE
I wonder what she's dreaming 'bout,
’Long some time in the night, When of a sudden she laughs out
In infantile delight.
Swift winging to and fro,
Such words as babies know.
And when she laughs I guess he flies
Straight where God's hosts rejoice, And bears beyond the bending skies The music of her voice. »
Then, through the mighty anthem's swell
Her laughter striketh clear, Sweeter than tone of any bell,
And angels pause to hear.
For what hath Heaven compared with this:
The laughter of a child,
By dreams of night beguiled ?
Of anguish and despair,
The laugh that hides no care ?
So when my baby's laugh rings out,
I watch her fleeting smile,
And listen for a while
In vain, in vain I try;
their elders by.
THE HOLY CITY
BY F. E. WEATHERLY
Last night I lay a sleeping,