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the flags are seen.
For never has hero fought and died

Who has braver been than the mother, who
Buckled his saber at his
side,

And sent him forward to dare and do.

Mothers and wives, should the call ring out,
It is you must answer
your country's cry;
You must furnish brave hearts and stout
For the
firing line where the heroes die.
And never a corpse on the field of
strife
Should be honored more in his country's sight
Than the noble
mother or noble wife
Who sent him forth in the cause of right.
Mothers and wives, 'tis the call for men
To give their strength and to
give their lives;
But well we know, such a summons then
Is the call
for mothers and loyal wives,
For you must give us the strength we
need,
You must give us the boys in blue,
For never a boy or a man
shall bleed
But a mother or wife shall suffer, too.
The Call to Service
These are the days when little thoughts
Must cease men's minds to
occupy;
The nation needs men's larger creeds,
Big men must
answer to her cry;
No longer selfish ways we tread,
The greater task
lies just ahead.
These are the days when petty things
By all men must be thrust aside;

The country needs men's finest deeds,
Awakened is the nation's
pride;
Men must forsake their selfish strife
Once more to guard
their country's life.
Kelly Ingram
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,
And he whistled
"Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun; There was laughter in his
make-up, there was manhood in his face, And he knew the best
traditions and the courage of his race; Now there's not a heart among us
but should swell with loyal pride When he thinks of Kelly Ingram and
the splendid way he died.
On the swift Destroyer Cassin he was merely gunner's mate, But up
there to-day, I fancy, he is standing with the great. On that grim day
last October his position on the craft Was that portion of the vessel

which the sailors christen aft; There were deep sea bombs beside him to
be dropped upon the Hun Who makes women folks his victims and
then gloats o'er what he's done.
From the lookout came a warning; came the cry all sailors fear, A
torpedo was approaching, and the vessel's doom was near; Ingram saw
the streak of danger, but he saw a little more, A greater menace faced
them than that missile had in store; If those deep sea bombs beside him
were not thrown beneath the wave, Every man aboard the Cassin soon
would find a watery grave.
It was death for him to linger, but he figured if he ran And quit his post
of duty, 'twould be death for every man; So he stood at his position,
threw those depth bombs overboard, And when that torpedo struck
them, he went forth to meet his Lord. Oh, I don't know how to say it,
but these whole United States Should remember Kelly Ingram--he who
died to save his mates.
The Joy to Be
Oh, mother, be you brave of heart and keep
your bright eyes shining;
Some day the smiles of joy shall start and
you
shall cease repining.
Beyond the dim and distant line the days of
peace are waiting,
When you shall have your soldier fine, and men
shall turn from hating.
Oh, mother, bear the pain a-while, as long ago
you bore it;
You suffered then to win his smile, and you
were happier for it;
And now you suffer once again, and bear your
weight of sorrow;
Yet you shall thrill with gladness when he wins

the glad to-morrow.
Oh, mother, when the cannons roar and all the
brave are fighting,
Remember that the son you bore the wrongs
of earth is righting;
Remember through the hours of pain that he
with all his brothers
Is battling there to win again a happy world
for mothers.
He Should Meet a Mother There
If he should meet a mother there
Along some winding Flanders road,

No extra touch of grief or care
He'll add unto her heavy load.
But
he will kindly take her arm
And tender as her son will be;
He'll lead
her from the path of harm
Because of me.
Be she the mother of his foe,
He will not speak to her in hate;
My
boy will never stoop so low
As motherhood to desecrate.
But she
shall know what once I knew--
Eyes that are glorious to see,
The
light of manhood shining through--
Because of me.
He will salute her as they meet,
And stand before her bare of head;

If she be hungry, she may eat
His last remaining bit of bread.
She'll
find those splendid arms and strong
Quick to assist her, tenderly,

And they will guard her from all wrong
Because of me.
I miss his thoughtful, loving care;
I miss his smile these dreary days;

But should he meet a mother there,
Helpless and lost in war's grim
maze,
She need not fear to take his