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Hollinger Corp. 
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PS 3507 
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 1918 
 Copy 1 
 
 ::OLLECTION OF 
 
 PATRIOTIC 
 VERSE 
 
 J. P. DUNN, AUTHOR 
 
 INDEPENDENCE, KANSAS 
 
 Copyright Applied for 
 
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 TRIBUTE TO HARRY KELLEY. 
 
 Of Independence, Kansas. 
 
 Tonight stars are softly gleaming, 
 Upon a quiet, new-made grave, 
 There sleepeth without dreaming 
 A son and brother we could not save. 
 Harry, dear, how we miss you, 
 God alone the wound can heal ; 
 Friends know not the deep sorrow 
 That lie in your mother and sister's hearts 
 concealed. 
 
 At the first call of his country, 
 Though a youth yet in his teens, 
 He resigned his position at the Prairie 
 To save his flag, he volunteered. 
 But God called Harry to his army. 
 To march in peace beyond the seas, 
 Where he will drill with angels, 
 Who are all God's volunteers. 
 
 While on his cot in death he lay. 
 
 The language of his eyes seemed to say, 
 
 Father, mother, and sisters true, 
 
 I bid you all a kind adieu. 
 
 My country's flag I still can see, 
 
 It's the flag I love, it baptized me, 
 
 May all the flags on earth unite 
 
 For peace on earth is God's delight. 
 
 With fife and drum 'ere the set of sun, 
 His comrades played as they marched away. 
 To the beautiful cemetery of Mt. Hope, 
 Where in peace, ,Harry rests today. 
 They fired three shots o'er his grave, 
 In honor of a soldier brave. 
 The echo reached from shore to shore. 
 At peace with God for ever more. 
 
DARK EASTER MORN. 
 
 From all ancient history we are made to under- 
 stand 
 
 The Scriptures are found to be believed. 
 
 That envy, hate, and greed has caused all the 
 wars 
 
 From the creation down to the present time. 
 
 II. 
 
 The emperator of Germany for many days has 
 tried 
 
 The people of fair Belgium and sunny France to 
 enslave. 
 
 He has mistreated helpless women and little chil- 
 dren slain 
 
 And trodden like a demon o'er their graves. 
 
 III. 
 
 On Easter Sunday morning without a timely 
 warning. 
 
 In a little Belgium church, across the sea. 
 
 The black-hearted Huns fired their murderous 
 guns. 
 
 And killed many people while they were en- 
 gaged in prayer. 
 
 IV. 
 
 This Easter morning slaughter went by wireless 
 
 the world over. 
 And forever clouds the kaiser's name with the 
 
 veil of blood. 
 America will soon be with you, brave Belgium, 
 
 do not fear. 
 Then we will twist the donkey kaiser's tail and 
 
 make him bray and pray. 
 
OLD GLORY ON THE RHINE. 
 
 I am writing this from the battlefield, 
 
 To dear old mam and dad; 
 I know when they receive this note 
 
 It will make them both feel glad. 
 We are now upon the battle front 
 
 With Old Glory flying on 
 Against that human menace 
 
 Of military Kaiserdom. 
 
 I dreamed that I was home again, 
 
 And strolled down by the spring 
 To see the sparkling waters glide 
 
 Down through the crags and rills. 
 The music of the ^\ater broke 
 
 As the moon arose o'er the hill, 
 I heard the Queen Bird of the wood 
 
 Sing her sweet whip-poor-will. 
 
 Cheer up, old grey-haired daddy. 
 
 Dear mother, dry those tears, 
 Your boy will fight your battle. 
 
 No kaiser does he fear. 
 Inspired by our American Eagle, 
 
 With his talons strong as steel. 
 He will unfurl the Stars and Stripes 
 
 O'er forest, field and stream. 
 
 March on, cries General Pershing, 
 
 With spurs, and sword in hand. 
 Up with the Flag of Freedom, 
 
 Down with the kaiser's rag. 
 Place the Stars and Stripes, dear flagman, 
 
 On the dome where it may be seen 
 Waving for God and humanity, 
 
 O'er the city of Berlin. 
 
I don't know where I'll Christmas, 
 
 As the war is not a toy, 
 But Uncle Sammy Santa Claus 
 
 Will bring to you much joy 
 Of victory for the allies 
 
 And freedom world-wide, 
 Our President, Woodrow Wilson, 
 
 Waving Old Glory on the Rhine. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL SWEET EASTER MORN. 
 
 Oh, beautiful sweet Easter morning. 
 
 How silent and meek was your dawn. 
 
 The angels danced in the sun with their arms 
 
 akimbo, 
 (gn this memorable great Easter morn. 
 
 II. 
 
 At peace in the Garden of Olives, 
 In a valley below high weeping hills. 
 In a tomb lay our crucified Savior 
 Guarded by soldiers that no one enter in. 
 
 III. 
 
 At midnight a voice came from Heaven, 
 
 For a son to arise from the tomb. 
 
 Angels appeared in great numbers 
 
 And removed from the grave the large stone. 
 
IV. 
 
 The keeper stood in a death-silence, 
 
 Converted and almost inspired. 
 
 His countenance was changed to the color of his 
 
 raiment. 
 A beautiful, pure, snowy white. 
 
 The keeper became almost frightened, 
 
 Being amazed at the beautiful sight. 
 
 He hastened away to the village 
 
 To proclaim that the Christian era had dawned. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The women of the Holy city went early, 
 And kneeled down at the tomb of the Lord. 
 Then spoke the Heavenly watcher to them, 
 On this beautiful, sweet Eastern morn. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Fear not, I know you seek Jesus, 
 
 This beautiful, sweet Easter day. 
 
 The Lord is not here, He has risen in splendor, 
 
 O'er sin, death, and the grave. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 May our Lord appear this sad, Easter morning, 
 And silence those murderous Huns, 
 Who are fighting as demons of Satan 
 To establish on earth their temple of hell. 
 
OUR WORLD VIRGIN FLAG. 
 
 Our World Virgin Flag shall wave, 
 
 To suppress, subdue and conquer 
 
 Any nation that insults our flag 
 
 That was designed by Betsy Ross and 
 
 Martha Washington. 
 The blood-red and snow-white stripes, 
 And the silvery stars enchant us. 
 As they twinkle from their azure blue, 
 To guide and protect us. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 It matters not just who you are, 
 Orthe isle from w^hence you came. 
 If you stand not for America, 
 You're a traitor and not game. 
 No kaiser tyrant, king or crown 
 Shall ever break entwaine 
 Those golden links of Freedom 
 That our forefathers gave. 
 
 We remember well those Log Cabin days, 
 
 In the distant years gone by. 
 
 When our mothers spun and wove the cloth 
 
 That you and I did wear. 
 
 Those busy hands are silent now. 
 
 But their needles were never lost; 
 
 They are used today in the same old way 
 
 By the ladies of the loyal Red Cross. 
 
 Our Savior taught all nations truth. 
 Peace on earth. Good Will to Men, 
 All have obeyed his tribunal law. 
 Except Wilhelm, the German Turk, 
 He stands today in his brutal way 
 Like Satan, the coward and rebel, 
 The Scriptures say that he got gay 
 And was kicked clear out of Heaven. 
 
The flag that waves in America today 
 
 May be seen in France tomorrow 
 
 To inspire those noble sons of men 
 
 In their dark hour of sorrow. 
 
 We will fight to death at our nation's call, 
 
 The ocean cannot divide us; 
 
 We will shoot to sink all subs or minks 
 
 That appear before us or behind us. 
 
 Our soldier boys are marching on 
 
 They know no fear of battle, 
 
 In France they will pull off a wild west show 
 
 And round up the kaiser's cattle. 
 
 The Texas stars and Iowa's, 
 
 Old Missouri, of course will "show them." 
 
 Kansas, the great land of oil and wheat. 
 
 Will introduce her twin-sister state — 
 
 Beautiful Oklahoma. 
 
 God bless all our American ladies, 
 And our noble sons of the Y. M. C. A. 
 Also the saintly Sisters of Charity, 
 Who are patriots without pay. 
 They are working all united 
 With in mind not battle lost. 
 I once more say, "God Bless Them," 
 And all their sisters of the Red Cross. 
 
PATH OF DUTY. 
 
 I. 
 
 The path we will tread tomorrow 
 
 Is a survey of today. 
 
 Like a line of river 
 
 Flowing from mountain to the sea. 
 
 If it be a path of duty, 
 
 You will meet at each point of curve 
 
 Your conscience as dictator, 
 
 Just how and where to rove. 
 
 II. 
 
 We should arise at early morning 
 
 And be steadfast all through the day. | 
 
 Let no evil thoughts estray us j 
 
 As we glide along life's highway. : 
 
 Be cheerful, pure and patriotic, | 
 
 In the path of duty stay, ! 
 
 Right will always triumph o'er wrong I 
 
 From birth down to the grave. j 
 
 ! 
 
 III. i 
 
 I 
 
 It's a beautiful thought to live in, ] 
 
 The tomorrow that yet to us is unknown. j 
 
 It beautifies all that is lovely [ 
 Like the dew at sunset or at dawn. 
 
 Our path may be strewn with flowers I 
 
 As it winds through the snow-capped hills i 
 
 The fragrance from the flowers and roses | 
 Is God's perfume of love for His fellowman. 
 
BUY A LIBERTY BOND. 
 
 Though far from America tonight, I can see 
 A Triangle and Star in the window foi" me, 
 A kind father and mother with hair silvery gray 
 And a sweetheart to greet when I return home 
 to stay. 
 
 Chorus ; 
 
 Let the triangle dangle o'er each sod house and 
 
 plain. 
 It's an emblem of freedom no traitor dare stain. 
 O'er the Unter den Linden the flag that enslaves 
 The Red, White, and Blue shall defiantly wave. 
 
 II 
 
 Not far in the distance on the battlefield plain, 
 A little white tent and a nurse there is seen, 
 With the red cross of purity on her forehead and 
 
 arm. 
 She is a sister of Mercy like a mother so calm. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 To our nurses and sisters of the Red Cross we 
 
 owe 
 For their angelic devotion for our soldiers they 
 
 show 
 We shall give to the Red Cross every penny in 
 
 sight 
 To aid our brave boys who are now in the fight. 
 
III. 
 
 From Kansas, great Kansas, the pride of the 
 
 plains, 
 Her sons by thousands are crossing the seas, 
 To fight for a democracy that will the world free 
 Of a German silver autocracy so inhuman and 
 
 mean. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 The sunflowers of Kansas in the breezes nod 
 And bow in prayer as they grow to Almighty God, 
 That He send the kaiser of Germany and his 
 
 brutal gang 
 To Fiddlers' Green, four miles below Hell. 
 
 IV. 
 
 It is springtime in Kansas, old winter has gone, 
 Our song birds sing sweetly, buy a Liberty bond. 
 Uncle Sam still is calling, all Americans stand 
 
 firm. 
 Remember Washington, Sherman, Lee, Lincoln, 
 
 and Grant. " ^ 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 Purchase a bond that your neighbors may see 
 That your heart beats aright for our boys o'er 
 
 the sea. 
 Who are fighting like heroes your children to 
 
 free 
 From the powes of those Hell Huns who have 
 
 vitrified brains. 
 
THREE LITTLE WORDS. 
 
 Tiny blades of grass transform 
 
 Bare spots of earth to beauty. 
 Tiny grains of sand will change 
 
 The line of stream or river. 
 From a tiny acorn grew 
 
 An oak, monarch of the forest, 
 Beneath its shady branches bloom 
 
 Daisies and the laurels. 
 
 Try is just a little word, 
 
 Is always brave and honest. 
 Try will soften hearts of stone, 
 
 And gladden all our efforts. 
 Try will whip the kaiser. 
 
 The notorious Hohenzollern. 
 Cancel all your if s and ands 
 
 This word T-R-Y to follow. 
 
 Evil is always ugly. 
 
 Wears all sorts of gowns, 
 Wore a mark at the creation 
 
 In the garden of the Gods. 
 Never shelter evil 
 
 In mind, heart or soul. 
 Remember silence is always golden 
 
 And will thyself refine. 
 
THIRD LIBERTY LOAN. 
 
 From the foothills of the Rockies. 
 
 Down to the mouth of the river Kaw, 
 
 Is the finest agricultural country 
 
 That a Kansan ever saw. 
 
 There are great expansive fields of wheat, 
 
 Alfalfa, corn and rj^e. 
 
 The herbage God has painted green 
 
 As green was more pleasing to the eye. 
 
 The farmers all have plenty 
 
 And are patriotic in every way. 
 
 They are working late and early 
 
 To raise all the food they can 
 
 To feed our brave Sammies who are fighting 
 
 For God. home and native land. 
 
 We should encourage our husbandry 
 
 For upon them now depends 
 
 The victory over Satan 
 
 And the barbaric Huns. 
 
 Our business men and bankers 
 
 Are on the firing line. 
 
 They are advancing money to every one they find. 
 
 Call upon them early before the day is done, 
 
 If you are a true American, 
 
 Buy a Liberty bond. 
 
 Then you have done your duty, 
 
 And I must say did it well. 
 
 For every bond we buy 
 
 Sends the Kaiser nearer hell. 
 
 A cry comes from distant Europe, 
 
 It's a very urgent call; 
 
 For food and ammunition, 
 
 And for ships, large and small. 
 
 And for a million Sammies. 
 
 Of America's bravest sons. 
 
 To fight for God and freedom 
 
 Against the German Huns. 
 
 Now in all honest candor, 
 
 I can not quite discern 
 
 Why a man should be a profiteer or pro-German. 
 
 If you don't like our flag of freedom. 
 
 Just recross the briny waves; 
 
 As your presence is more becoming 
 
 Where the Unter der Linden waves. 
 
 As a citizen of Independence. Kansas, 
 
 The queen city of our state, 
 
 If there is a profiteer within her confines, 
 
 I have him vet to meet. 
 
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