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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 then let us hie
To gather sorrel for a pie,
And
pick some posies from the rye.
O Daughter come, a walk is free,
Lock up the house and bring the key;

For sing we must in joy and glee.
THE HAPPY CAMPERS
Burning brush
In morning hush
While bacon fragrance floats.
Daylight dreams
Along bright streams
With knapsack and light
coats.
Wind blown hair,
They march and share
And sing the happy notes.
THE PROMISE
O Glendolyn, the life of my being,
O Darling, the good in your heart!

Bright eyes in the flash of a moment
Grow sad as the time nears to
part,
Tears well in the midst of the laughter,
Unbidden as the
showers in Spring.
Although the days cloud, but after
The future
will brighten and sing.
O Glendolyn, weep not at my going,
The weary long hours will pass;

And dawn with its flame and a promise
Will touch the grey sod
and dry grass.
The elm in the garden will flower
And the hills on
the plains be shining.
That day, then the battle is over,
I will come
with swift feet, my Darling.
IN REFLECTION
In the morning of my youth
When my veins were full of strength

There was Dad and Mom to say
What to do. They spoke at length.

Did I listen to the truth?
Much of it has passed me by.
Now if only
some one would
Speak to me and tell me why.
MEN MUST TOIL
We wakened in the morning
The wind had blown up cold;
And too,
the oaks were grumbling
Like men agrowing old.
We must all work this morning,
Though rough and harsh outside,

Men labor in the storming
For all must eat betide.
THAT CLOSE DRAWN VEIL
If we could lift that close drawn veil and see,
The anxious hours
might pass in rest and sleep.
But wait! Could men but sow and
counting reap?
Who would toil on when knowing loss must be?
No
wild glad hoping with expectancy!
And wooing lover then might he
not weep?
The fortune which would grieve--no shop to keep.

Enough. Man can climb higher and be free.
Leave be the veil and let
men struggle through.
Let roots strike down and seek the growing
needs;
And living stock stretch up toward the sun
With life and
hope. Then let men work and woo,
Not anchorless, nor tumbling drift
as weeds.
Fulfilment in the end and laurel won.
OUR MORNING LESSON
Love our neighbors as ourselves,
May we fit in where we can,
Love
our God and praise his name
Is God's law for mortal man.
WHEN THE BOYS COME HOME
Bright smiles and many tear drops
Are begging loved ones stay;

For not all soldier boys come home
When bugles call today.
Brave lassies wait, toiling, hoping,
And keep the hearth brushed clean,

The home fires glowing brightly
With all about serene.

The heart grows weary often,
For hours and days are long.
But
when the fight is over
The land will ring with song.
With all the maidens singing
The full and happy notes,
While men
go shouting, marching,
At sight of khaki coats.
And Main Street pushing, crowding,
Will be a surging stream,
For
when this war is over
Our joy will be supreme.
THE PRESS OF FLOZARI
COLOPHON
This is number 103 of the Torchbearers' Chapbooks, printed by hand at
the Pegasus Studio, from hand-set 10 point Century on Eggshell book
paper, in an edition of 106 copies and the type distributed.
Copies may be secured from the author, at 75¢ each, postpaid Clara M.
Beede, 304 West 102 St., Apt., 1-A,
New York City 25, N.Y.
Torchbearers' Chapbooks from Pegasus Studios:
4 Strange Riders Journey, L.V. Zietlmann, Texas
5 Heartsease,
Thomas B. Livingston, Rhode Island
6 Thru the year--16 Singing
Moods, C.H. Greenfield, Cal.
19 Wayside Rhymes, Vera B. Stewart,
W. Va.
22-11 Songs of Golden Spring, Frances Belle Delzell, Ore. 24
Clash of Sword and Cymbal, Comp. by L.T. McNair, N.C.
25 Petals
of Dreams, Lloyd Day, Montana
26-37 Memories and Moods, Edna
Smith DeRan, La
29 Surgings, Otis Raymond Dow, Maine.
30
Raking Leaves, Edith Moody Rittenour, Mich.
42 Echoes of Alabama, Ethel Morgan Dunham, Ala.
46 Cross Roads,
Fort Collins, Poetry Group, Colo.
48 Winds in The Pines, Lillian M.
Olivier, Calif.
54 Recitations, Zilla Vollmer Tietgen, Illinois
55
Symbols For These Times, Jeremy Ingalls, Mass.
56 Balmy Breezes,
Julia Yohn Pickett, Md.
57 Singing Waters, Lena Mearle Shull, S.C.


59 This Crystal Hour, Lucille Iredale Carlson, Utah
60-35 Dream Shadows, Carolyn Kingdon Gordman, N.Y.
61 The
Vulture and Its Brood, Robert Fontinelle, Mo.
69 The White Moth
Flew, Sam. A. Messirly, Ohio
70-67 Miniature Moods, Jan
Humphrey James, Illinois
74-38 Potpourri, L.V. Klose, Iowa
75-72
Thought Clusters, Mary O'Connor, Pa.
76 This and That, Cora E. Orr,
Wash.
77 Out Of A Barracks Bag, Sgt.