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liberty
Is no division; for their hearts are one.
To fight together
till their cause is won.
For land and water let us make our pact,
And seal the solemn word
with valiant act:
No continent is firm, no ocean pure,
Until on both
the rights of man are sure.
April, 1917.
THE RED CROSS
Sign of the Love Divine
That bends to bear the load
Of all who
suffer, all who bleed,
Along life's thorny road:
Sign of the Heart Humane,
That through the darkest fight
Would
bring to wounded friend and foe
A ministry of light:
O dear and holy sign,
Lead onward like a star!
The armies of the
just are thine,
And all we have and are.
October 20, 1918,
for the Red Cross Christmas Roll Call.

EASTER ROAD
1918
Under the cloud of world-wide war,
While earth is drenched with
sorrow,
I have no heart for idle merrymaking,
Or for the fashioning
of glad raiment.--
I will retrace the divine footmarks,
On the Road
of the first Easter
Down through the valley of utter darkness
Dripping with blood and
tears;
Over the hill of the skull, the little hill of great anguish, The
ambuscade of Death.
Into the no-man's-land of Hades
Bearing
despatches of hope to spirits in prison,
Mortally stricken and
triumphant
Went the faithful Captain of Salvation.
Then upward, swiftly upward,--
Victory, liberty, glory,
The feet
that were wounded walked in the tranquil garden,
Bathed in dew and
the light of deathless dawn.
O my soul, my comrades, soldiers of
freedom,
Follow the pathway of Easter, for there is no other,

Follow it through to peace, yea, follow it fighting.
This Armageddon is not darker than Calvary.
The day will break
when the Dragon is vanquished;
He that exalteth himself as God shall
be cast down,
And the Lords of war shall fall,
And the long, long
terror be ended,
Victory, justice, peace enduring!
They that die in
this cause shall live forever,
And they that live shall never die,
They
shall rejoice together in the Easter of a new world.
March 31, 1918.
AMERICA'S WELCOME HOME
Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's
crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights
of man beside our brave Allies, And now they're coming home to us
with glory in their eyes.

_Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
Our hearts
are turning home again and there we long to be, In our beautiful big
country beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and
the flag is full of stars._
Our boys have seen the Old World as none have seen before.
They
know the grisly horror of the German gods of war:
The noble faith of
Britain and the hero-heart of France,
The soul of Belgium's fortitude
and Italy's romance.
They bore our country's great word across the rolling sea,
"America
swears brotherhood with all the just and free."
They wrote that word
victorious on fields of mortal strife, And many a valiant lad was proud
to seal it with his life.
Oh, welcome home in Heaven's peace, dear spirits of the dead! And
welcome home ye living sons America hath bred!
The lords of war
are beaten down, your glorious task is done; You fought to make the
whole world free, and the victory is won.
_Now it's home again, and home again, our hearts are turning west, Of
all the lands beneath the sun America is best.
We're going home to
our own folks, beyond the ocean bars, Where the air is full of sunlight
and the flag is full of stars._
November 11, 1918.
A sequel to "America For Me," written in 1909.
THE SURRENDER OF THE GERMAN FLEET
Ship after ship, and every one with a high-resounding name, From the
robber-nest of Heligoland the German war-fleet came; Not victory or
death they sought, but a rendezvous of shame.
_Sing out, sing out,
A joyful shout,
Ye lovers of the sea!
The
"Kaiser" and the "Kaiserin,"
The "König" and the "Prinz,"
The
potentates of piracy,
Are coming to surrender,
And the ocean shall

be free._
They never dared the final fate of battle on the blue;
Their sea-wolves
murdered merchantmen and mocked the drowning crew; They stained
the wave with martyr-blood,--but we sent our transports
through!
What flags are these that dumbly droop from the gaff o' the mainmast
tall? The black of the Kaiser's iron cross, the red of the Empire's fall!
Come down, come down, ye pirate flags. Yea, strike your colors all.
The Union Jack and the Tricolor and the Starry Flag o' the West Shall
guard the fruit of Freedom's war and the victory confest, The flags of
the brave and just and free shall rule on the ocean's breast.
_Sing out, sing out,
A mighty shout,
Ye lovers of the sea!
The
"Kaiser" and the "Kaiserin,"
The "König" and the "Prinz"
The
robber-lords of death and sin,
Have come to their surrender,
And
the ocean shall be free!_
November 20, 1918.
GOLDEN STARS
I
It was my lot of late to travel far
Through all America's domain,
A
willing, grey-haired servitor
Bearing the Fiery