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goes out to rescue friend and foe.?They know no enemy but heed each call.?A line is thrown to stranded waif or man.?In flood they rush like water down the slope?To bring relief to those who toss in waves.?They care for mothers left to starve, alone.?In pestilence, they labor long to soothe?The fevered brow and ease the gnawing pain?With medicine and shelter, food and clothes.?In war the wound is dressed and duly nursed?With gentle supple hands--with nourishment?For mind and body. Cross of red, all hail!?They serve for us most willingly and well.?Then chide themselves when they have come too late!?Like mothers when their sons have fallen short;?In early dawn and through the night they toil.?O God do bless this noble work of love;?Let's give and further this most worthy cause.?All hail Red Cross! White robes of hope, all hail!
OUR MORNING PRAYER
God our Father give us strength?In these days of selfish strife,?Let us smile amid the pain,?Now to meet the care of life?In the sunshine and in rain.
SOLDIER TO HIS MOTHER
Remembering those happy days of youth--?The earth was filled with gladness then,?And you, dear Mother, taught me love and truth,?Taught me to seek the best in men.
With heart full of faith and noble thought?To bear my load and do good deeds.?And cherish worthy things, the hope not bought,?With visions for the living needs.
You said be honest with my God and soul,?Devoted to my land and home,?And all that men hold dear. In loyalty?Respect and prize the fertile loam.
Today my country calls, she needs her son?To fight the Japs and Hitler too.?No coming back until the job is done.?This is as honest men would do.
IN THE STORM
Hear the gale roaring through the woods!?Trees bend and snap and sway;?They race and break on this dark day.?If I could fashion some sturdy hoods?To hold the storm at bay,?Then trim and straight would all trees stay.?But great trees knotted by winds' moods,?Like men who face their care,?Stand scarred yet stanch and bravely there.
TO US
O petty trifles! Why cling to us so??Our time in doing small things quite consumed,?And hearts protected like earth worms encased,?Always singing childish songs, sol me do,?And crawling safe in shady vales below,?Like snails advancing, scoff and hurt endured,?Dead there upon the rack, no port secured.?O brother plant, some grains of corn will grow!?The faithful farmer sows live fertile seed.?Be not a grub but rise and stretch hands up?When on the height reach down to troubled friend,?And lift your fellowmen, toil not for greed.?Wash out the grounds and fill the empty cup.?The rose will bloom where rocky pathways wend.
THE FLY AND THE SPIDER
The big black fly was in a sorry plight;?She hung and dangled in a spider's web.?It was too late to make a hurried flight.?The sand is sifting and the tides will ebb.
The spider then drew dose his silken thread,?It was no use to ask the reason why.?He only wished to eat and save his head,?And he must catch his breakfast, or die.
HER GOOD BYE
I love you, Darling, sweetheart mine,?Our troth is pledged, O joy divine!?With apple blossoms in my hair?I hope and breathe a fervent prayer?To keep my trust all down the years,?And love you always through the tears.?O heart of mine, my feet do sing?As down the aisle into the Spring?Of bursting bud and lilac time,?Of budding trees and robin rhyme,?So tenderly, Dear, I love you.?In happiness I go with you?Now in sunshine to follow on?And into dark when you are gone.?Then back again from misty night?And at the dawn in coming light.?At sunup when the Japs are caught?You will come when the battle's fought.?And then glad shouts the whole day long,?With ringing bells 'ten billion strong.
HILLS AND VALLEYS WAKE
My ears have heard the larks at dawn,?Their bright sweet carols sing,?With burst of morning sun?And all the meadows ring.
My eyes have seen the shining gold,?That rimmed a purple cloud,?And sheets of olive green there spread,?While night puts on a shroud.
And in the east a moon that gleamed?With grey blue light and sheen,?On misty, drooping willow trees,?O fair and silent scene.
These are not half the things I see?On lovely nights and brilliant days,?It seems that hills and valleys wake?To make such holidays.
MORNING THANKSGIVING
We thank our God this Autumn day,?As birds are waking in the vale,?For health and strength to walk his way,?Let justice and peace prevail.?And for this food that's waiting here,?Now fill our hearts with faith and love;?And bless our loved ones far and near,?O God, our Father up above.
OFF TO THE WOODS
All nature dons a cool green coat,?Soft breezes blow and white clouds float;?The blue jay screams his piercing note.
The April sun shines fine today,?And all the world is bright and gay.?Small twinkling leaves now dance and play!
The Spring has made a grand debut;?And turned up sod is reddish blue,?Where last year's roses bloomed for you.
And to the woods