The only silk that flutters free
Is banner of stern men who see
Death beckon at each onward curve.
And where red flowers in phalanx stood
The crimson now is patriot blood
Of demi-gods who hold the road
Against the Hun.
Is banner of stern men who see
Death beckon at each onward curve.
And where red flowers in phalanx stood
The crimson now is patriot blood
Of demi-gods who hold the road
Against the Hun.
*******
And yet, perchance, some moon-white night
The sentries catch a strange weird sight:
A phantom company goes past—
The spectral coach where beauties lean,
The ghostly gallants all are seen
As they rode down "The Ladies" Way"
So long, so long ago!
The sentries catch a strange weird sight:
A phantom company goes past—
The spectral coach where beauties lean,
The ghostly gallants all are seen
As they rode down "The Ladies" Way"
So long, so long ago!
MOTHERS OF MEN
'TIS said in the forums of nations
That peace may dawn any day,
And wise ones will gather together
The debt of the Hun to weigh.
There some may dare whimper of "pity,"
Some whine about "sympathy" then,
But—outside of that chamber of council
Are standing the mothers of men.
That peace may dawn any day,
And wise ones will gather together
The debt of the Hun to weigh.
There some may dare whimper of "pity,"
Some whine about "sympathy" then,
But—outside of that chamber of council
Are standing the mothers of men.
The mothers who sorrowed and suffered,
Who went down the depths of despair,
Who travailed in soul and in body—
These women are waiting out there.
Who went down the depths of despair,
Who travailed in soul and in body—
These women are waiting out there.
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