Not he who wears the poet's purple vest He serves his country best, Who joins the tide that lifts her nobly on; For speech has myriad tongues for every day, And song but one; and law within the breast Is stronger than the graven law on stone: This is a better way. He serves his country best Who lives pure life, and doeth righteous deed, No drop but serves the slowly lifting tide, THE SOLDIERS' RECESSIONAL JOHN H. FINLEY Down from the choir with feebled step and slow, Bearing aloft before their age-dimmed eyes, As 'twere their cross for sign of sacrifice, The flags which they in battle bore, Down from the choir where late with hoarse throats sang Till all the sky-arched vast cathedral rang With echoes of their rough-made song, Where roared the organ's deep artillery, And screamed the slender pipe's dread minstrelsy Down past the altar, bright with flowers, they tread Their own ranks thinner growing as they march Which hides the lasting from this life. Soon, soon, will pass the last gray pilgrim through Winding as some tired stream a-sea; And soon the faint antiphonal refrain, THE CHILDREN'S SONG RUDYARD KIPLING LAND of our Birth, we pledge to thee Father in Heaven who lovest all, Oh help Thy children when they call; Teach us to bear the yoke in youth, Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Teach us to look in all our ends, On Thee for judge, and not our friends; That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favor of the crowd. Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought, to hurt the weak; That, under Thee, we may possess Man's strength to comfort man's distress. Teach us Delight in simple things, And Love to all men 'neath the sun! Land of our Birth, our Faith, our Pride, THE FATHERLAND JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WHERE is the true man's fatherland? Is it alone where freedom is, Where God is God and man is man? Where'er a human heart doth wear After a life more true and fair, There is the true man's birthplace grand, Where'er a single slave doth pine, Where'er one man may help another, Thank God for such a birthright, brother,That spot of earth is thine and mine! There is the true man's birthplace grand, His is a world-wide fatherland! STANZAS ON FREEDOM JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MEN! whose boast it is that ye Women! who shall one day bear Deeds to make the roused blood rush Answer! are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free? |