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 PATRIOTISM 
 IN VERSE 
 
 J, p. DUNN; AUTHOR 
 
 Independence, Kansas 
 
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 I kindly dedicate this Book 
 "Patriotism in Verse" to the 
 American Soldiers. 
 
 J. P. DUNN, 
 
 Author and Poet 
 
 Fcbriiarv 16th, 1920 
 
The author ackTiowIedges his indebtedness to the 
 following leadini^ newspapers that adorn our 
 homes with their np-to-date newsy columns. 
 
 I herewith submit my poeims as original to the 
 intelligence and impartial justice of my fellow cit- 
 izens. 
 
 Daily Reporter, Independence, Kans. 
 
 Daily Evening Star, Independence, Kans. 
 
 Daily Free Press, Independence, Kans. 
 
 Southeastern Kansas Tribune, Independence,Kans.. 
 
 Coffeyville Daily Journal, Coffeyville, Kams. 
 
 Daily Morning News, Coffeyville, Kans. 
 
 Coifeyville Intiependent, Coffeyville, Kans. 
 
 Dailv Enterprise, Bartlesville, Okla. 
 
 Tulsa World, Tulsa, Okla. 
 
 Pawhuska Daily Capital. 
 
 Ottawa Herald. 
 
 Soverign Visitor- 
 
 St. Louis Globe-Democrat. 
 
 Topeka Daily Capital and Capper's Weekly. 
 
 New York Daily Times. 
 
 And many other papers that have published my 
 poems during and since the world war. 
 
 Respectfully, J. P. DUNN. 
 
OUR FLAG 
 
 By J. P. Dumi. 
 
 T will tell you a story; 
 One that is true 
 About the flag of America, 
 The Red, White aud Blue. 
 She is as pure as the lily 
 That blooms the world o'er — 
 An olive in peace and a hero in war; 
 Has no yellow streaks around her 
 forty-eight stars. 
 
 We call her Old Glory 
 For the battles she 's won ; 
 She is respected today 
 By every nation under the sun. 
 For Freedom and Liberty 
 That has taken ages to win 
 Over the military power 
 Of tyrannical kings. 
 
 Three cheers for Old Glory 
 
 Again and again; 
 
 She waves proudly today 
 
 0*er the city of Berlin. 
 
 To our Creator in heaven 
 
 Who guided our sons 
 
 This eleventh day of November 
 
 We dedicate to Him. 
 
MOTHER 
 
 By J. P. Dimu. 
 
 Tnat your ]\Iother kindly 
 
 While she is hereon earth 
 Yo 1 can never repay her 
 
 For what she's done since bit 111 
 Keep her in your memory 
 
 Let no tempter lurk 
 For you hold the key child 
 
 That unlocks her heart. 
 
 Be a loving daughter 
 
 Be a loving' son 
 You cannot improve on Mother 
 
 No matter Avliere you begin 
 Y^ou are the full image 
 
 Of her flesh and blood 
 Mother Avill always share Avith you 
 
 The last crumb of bread. 
 
 Mother's hair once golden 
 
 Now is silvery gray 
 Yet she is the same dear Mother 
 
 Of your happy childhood days 
 Soon she may be called up yonder 
 
 To the land beyond the sun 
 Then there'll be a vacant chair 
 
 That no one else can fill. 
 
^ OLD GLORY ON THE RHINE. 
 
 By J. P. DuiDj. 
 
 I ain writing from the battlefield 
 
 To dear old maiu and dad; 
 T know when they receive this note 
 
 It will make tJiem both feel glad. 
 We are now npon the ])attle front 
 
 With Old Glory flying- on 
 Against the human menace 
 
 Of military Kaiserdom. 
 
 T dreamed that I was hoine again, 
 
 And strolled down by the spring- 
 To see the sparkling waters glide 
 
 Down through the crags and rills. 
 The music of the water broke 
 
 As the moon arose o'er the hill. 
 I heard the Queen Bird of the wood 
 
 Sing her sweet w^hip 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 the American Eagle, 
 
 With his talons strong as steel, 
 He will unfurl the Stars and Stripes 
 
 er forest^ field and stream. 
 
 March on, cries General Pershing, 
 
 With spurs and sword in hand, 
 T^P with the Flag of Freedom, 
 
 Down w^th 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. 
 
ALL WELCOME HOME 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 I can see Old Glory waA^ng* 
 T can hear' the happy throng 
 SingincT "America 1 am coming" 
 Ba/^k to the dearest spot of earth. 
 I can see those ocean steamers 
 All plumed in silvery sprays; 
 I can see those angel mothers 
 A waiting fo-r their son today. 
 Kvery sound of the whistle 
 Has an echo in the heart 
 And brings fondest recollections 
 Of the land that gave them birth. 
 
 At the fireside now are waiting 
 AA^ives and mothers and lovers true, 
 A kind old father, too, is waiting 
 Patiently, dear son, for you. 
 A sister and a brother too 
 Are standing where they stood 
 The day you left the old home 
 For the unknown battle front 
 You said, "Goodby, dear Mather 
 Some day I will return." 
 I know 3'ou were in earnest 
 And meant every word you said. 
 
 All our boys in the cantonments 
 
 And the fields of St. Mihiel 
 
 Chateau-Thierry and Argonne^ 
 
 We reverence all as heroes 
 
 On sea, in aid, and lane'. 
 
 Those who fell in battle 
 
 Are the gold stars oji our fla<j:s; 
 
 They are very near. 
 
 And yet so very far 
 
 But all will meet again 
 
 Even though time 
 
 May laake the distance far. 
 
Three cliears for all the stars 
 
 On our Old Glory flag-. 
 
 That represents the U. S. A. 
 
 North, East, South and West. 
 
 Thei-e are forty-eight that twinkle 
 
 T'nited all in line, 
 
 The Gold Star is Mother's Star 
 
 And is number forty- nine. 
 
 We welcome all our boys 
 
 To their old home again. 
 
 They are tried and true Americans 
 
 Oi the bravest Type of men. 
 
 We welcome the 35th Division, 
 And the divisions of all the states 
 As greetings from Sunny Kansas, 
 Oklahoana, and Missouri — 
 The Giant Plainsmen 
 Of the Middle Y/est. 
 
 VICTORY LOAN. 
 
 (By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 V stands for Victory, for Mother and Home, 
 I for Independence over military power; 
 
 C for Columbus who discovered our shore, 
 T for triumphant over our foe. 
 O for ocean that our ships sail upon, 
 "R for relief for our home coming sons 
 
 Y for the youth and to them we owe more favors 
 
 than we can ever bestow. 
 
 T. for Leacue by Nations signed, 
 O for our Lusitania, torpedoed and mmed; 
 A for armistice when the Teutons stacked arms, 
 N for No, never, shall we allow the Red, White 
 and Blue to wave below par. 
 
^/ TRIBUTE TO HARRY BRAMMER 
 OF INDEPENDENCE, KAN. 
 
 iBy J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Toiiig:ht stars are softly gleaming-, 
 
 Upon a quiet, new-made grave, 
 
 There sleepeth Avithaut dreaming: 
 
 A brother Ave could not save. 
 
 Harry, dear, hO'A\^ we miss you, 
 
 God alone the wound can heal; 
 
 Friends know not the deep sorrow 
 
 That lie in your sister's heart concealed. 
 
 ^t the first call of his country. 
 Though a youth yet in his teens, 
 He resjo-ned his position at the Prairie 
 To save his flag, he enlisted. 
 But God called Harry to his ami}^. 
 To march in peace beyond the seas,, 
 Where he Avill drill with ang:els, 
 "Who are all God's volunteers. 
 
 V/hile on his cot in death he lay, 
 
 The language of his eyes seemed to say,, 
 
 ^,'Omrades and sisters true, 
 
 J bid you all a kind adieu. 
 
 My country's flag 1 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, 
 
 Tlis 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. 
 
DAPK Ei^i^TER MORN. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 From all ancient hisloi'v Ave 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. 
 
 The emperator of Germany for many days has 
 tried 
 
 The people of fair Belgium and sunny France to 
 enslave. 
 
 He has mistreated helpless Avomen and little chil- 
 dren slain 
 
 And trodden like a demon o'er their graves. 
 
 On Easter Sunday morning Avithout a timely 
 
 warning, 
 Tn a little Belgium church, acroiss the sea, 
 The black-hearted Huns fired their murderous 
 
 guns, 
 And killed many people Avhile they were engaged 
 
 in prayer. 
 
 This Easter morning slaughter AA-ent by Avireless 
 
 the world o\^er, 
 And forcA^er clouds the kaiser's name with the 
 
 veil of blood. 
 America will soon be AAdth you, brave Belgium, do 
 
 not fear, 
 Then Ave Avill twist the donkey kaiser's tail and 
 
 make him bray and pray. 
 
PATH OF DITTY. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 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 oi' duty, 
 
 You will meet at each point of curve 
 
 Your conscience as dictator, 
 
 Just how and where to rove. 
 
 We should arise at earl}^ morning 
 And be steadfast all through the day, 
 I^et no evil thoughts estray us 
 As we glide along life's highway. 
 Be cheerful, pure and patriotic, 
 In the path of duty stay, 
 Right will always triumph o'er wrongs 
 Froiii hii'th down to the grave. 
 
 li^ a bt^antifnl thought to live in, 
 
 The tomorrow that yet to us is unknown, 
 
 Tt beautifies all that is lovely 
 
 T;ike the dew at sunset or at dawn. 
 
 Our path may be stre^^Ti with flowers' 
 
 As it winds through the snow-capped hills' 
 
 The fragrance from the flowers and roses 
 
 Ts Cod's perfume of love for His fellowman. 
 
"^BUY A LIBERTY BOND. 
 
 By J. P. Dimn. 
 
 Thono'h far from America tonight, I can see 
 A Triangle and Star in the window for me, 
 A iiind father and mother with hair silver gray 
 And a sweetheart to greet when T return home to 
 stay. 
 
 CJiorns : 
 Let the triangle dangle o'er each sod lionse and 
 
 plain, 
 It's an emblam that no traitor dare stain 
 O'er the Unter der Linden the flag that enslaved 
 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 here 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 our nurses every penny in sight 
 To aid our brave boys who are now in the fight. 
 
 Ill 
 
 From Kansas, great Kansas, the pride of the plains 
 Her sons hy 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 beloAv 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 Waslnngtoii, 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 powers of those who b^avi* vitrified 
 
 brains. 
 
 WELCOME HOME DAY, MAY 22, 1919. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 What means this large gathering of people 
 On this beautiful ideal day? 
 What means this large number of autos 
 AYith Old Glory flying o'er them iso gay? 
 What means those great airplanes like eagles 
 Flying so proudly between earth and sky? 
 It means that our boys are the victors 
 That brought peace to this old world again. 
 
 Independence, the home of our loved ones^ 
 The queen city of the great American plains 
 We dedicate with high honor and memory 
 The twenty-second day of May each year. 
 We reverence all our American heroes, 
 And to our Creator ^re fervently pray 
 For our gold stars, who fell in battle, 
 .Ajid are now sleeping beyojid the returnless; 
 waves. 
 
THE LIVING MIND. 
 
 fBy J. P. Dunn. 
 
 The miiid is a living iiiirror 
 
 For man while here below; 
 
 It shines both day and night 
 
 Like che golden glow. 
 
 fi* we would look square in our niind 
 
 And view things as they are 
 
 We could avoid many trials 
 
 And console our aching hearts. 
 
 We should live for today only 
 
 Our yesterdays are past and gone; 
 
 Tomorrow is not ours 
 
 In fact it may never come. 
 
 There is one sure thing, my brother, 
 
 Before we cross the ridge. 
 
 We must lie down for one night 
 
 Beneath the covered bridge. 
 
 Then why should we crave or worry 
 For things we have not got; 
 Discontent is sinful 
 And will not improve our lot. 
 We should not yearn for money 
 For sometimes it's a curse 
 Ilappiness excels money 
 If in God we trust. 
 
 In tracing back the profiles of time 
 Checking up the points and curves 
 We sometimes are amazed 
 At the accomplishments of man, 
 AVe are standing on the threshold 
 W^herc our fathers bravely stood 
 Who won for us a victory 
 And freedom for our flag. 
 
My poem is almost ended 
 
 To our creel tor we return thanks 
 
 For the plainfull plains of wheat 
 
 That he has gro\^^l for us. 
 
 Three eheors for all our lads, 
 
 And our brave American sons 
 
 Who won a world victory 
 
 For every nation beneath the sun. 
 
 ORIGINALITY 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Be Original in everything; 
 Especially when you write; 
 The world is full of imitators 
 Who leave no reputation behind. 
 Distinguished writers of the past 
 ^ind the present writers of today 
 Have gone aside from beaten paths 
 And are original in their way. 
 
 With a purity of expression 
 And a naturalness and ease, 
 Our Avords should be expressive 
 Missives that reveal and please. 
 Our letter should be a record 
 Of the fancies of the hour 
 That reflect our aspirations 
 On self original power. 
 
 Write in the spirit of cheerfulness 
 It's unkind to write elsewise; 
 When writing of love and friendship 
 The Heart should not be" disguised. 
 We should be affectionate with relationSv 
 And familiar with our friends. 
 Never write unkindly — 
 Avoid the use of slanir, 
 
CHRISTMAS TIDE. 
 
 B\- ;i. p. Dunn. 
 
 Ring oii, King- on, 
 
 SAveet ('lvrist)iias Bells. 
 Glad Tidinjis comes 
 
 This time each year. 
 For all Mankind, 
 
 To gi\B and share, 
 in the blessings 
 
 Of the retiring year. 
 
 Ring on. Ring on, 
 
 Sweet ('hristmas Bells, 
 Rejoice ! Rejoice ! 
 
 And presents bring, 
 To the children 
 
 Of the rich and poor 
 Christ said He loved them 
 
 All in all. 
 
 Ring on. Ring on. 
 
 Sweet Christmas Bells, 
 A story, trne, 
 
 Ye kindly tell. 
 Peal after peal 
 
 Your music knells 
 Of the Birth of Christ 
 
 At Bethlehem. 
 
 Ring on. Ring on, 
 Sweet Christmas Bells, 
 In every home 
 
 Let joy prevail 
 Through our days in life 
 
 Whether short or long. 
 We .should worship Christ 
 
 As the Son of God. 
 
 Ring on. Ring on, 
 
 Sweet Christmas Bells, 
 
Your tuneful peals 
 
 Vibrates today 
 Throug^h air and sea 
 
 And in every land 
 For Peace on Earth 
 
 And Good "Will to Men. 
 
 Kino; on, Ring* on, 
 
 Sweet Christmas Bells, 
 
 In every clime 
 
 Where Christmais dwells 
 
 Your sweetest strains 
 And imparting knells 
 
 Are heard in Heaven. 
 
 Sweet Christmas Bells. 
 
 BY AND BY. 
 
 By J. P. Duim. 
 
 Man's lovo for woman 
 Is alike t)ie world over; 
 Woman loves man 
 For protection and a home. 
 All things being equal 
 There is no reason why 
 That tliey should not marry 
 Ir llie swcoi by and by. 
 
 Marriage is a contract ; 
 Tv;o hearts beat as one — 
 T'oi* tlie ])etter, we hope — 
 Time onh^ can tell. 
 If ]»overty should enter, 
 Then everybody shouts 
 It's easy to get married 
 But it's h — 11 ta keej) house. 
 
' THREE LITTLE WORDS. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Tiny bJades of grafin 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. 
 
 Tr}^ 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 ifs and ands 
 This word T-E-Y to follow. 
 
 Evil is always uglj, 
 
 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. 
 S^peech is silver. 
 
 Silence gold. 
 
' OUR .WORLD VIRGIN FLAG. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 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 t'winkle from their azure blue. 
 To guide and protect us. 
 
 Chorus : 
 It i/jatters not just who you are, 
 Or the isle from whence you came^ 
 If you stand not for America, 
 You're a traitor and not game. 
 No kaiser tyrant, king or cro\^'^l 
 Shall ever break intwaine 
 Those golden links of Freedom 
 That our forefathers gave. 
 
 We remember Avell those Log Cabin days^ 
 
 In tlie distant years gone by, 
 
 W/ien our mothers spun and w^ove the cloth 
 
 That you and I did wear. 
 
 Those busy hands are silent now, 
 
 liul their needles w^ere never lost; 
 
 They are used today in the same old way 
 
 By all the ladies of America. 
 
 Our Savior taught all nations truth. 
 Peace on earth, Good Will to Men, 
 All ha^^e obeyed his tribunal law. 
 Except Wilhelm, the German Turk, 
 lie stands today in his brutal w^ay, 
 Like Satan, the coward and rebel. 
 The Scriptures say that he got gay 
 And w^as 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 death at our nation's call, 
 
 The ocean can not 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. 
 
 The Salvation Army 
 
 And Knights of Columbus 
 
 The Y. M. C. A. and Daughters of Isabella, 
 
 Sisters of Red Cross, Ladies of Y. W. C. A., 
 
 And all fraternals and auxiliaries 
 
 At home and overseas 
 
 Are admired and adored 
 
 By every nation today. 
 
TRIBUTE TO COL. THEODORE 
 ROOSEVELT. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Col. Roosevelt was a faithful friend 
 In our nation's adverse hour 
 He gave his sons, four brave boys. 
 To fight for the flag he loved. 
 He was an A. Lincoln type of man. 
 Believed all nations should be free, 
 For position, power or money, 
 He never bent a knee. 
 
 The voice of honest praise shall ring 
 In ages yet to raise, 
 His name will sparkle like a star 
 Beneath every nation's skies, 
 The lamp of clay may shatter 
 That holds the light of truth divine^ 
 In laemory Col. Roosevelt lives,, 
 Wiser than his time. 
 
 MY MOTHER 
 
 iiy J. P. Dunn. 
 
 In the cemetery at Boonville, Missouri, 
 Where the flowers gently wave 
 Tiies the one I love so dearly 
 In her silent lonely grave. 
 Peaceful be your sleep, dear mother, 
 It is sweet to breathe your name. 
 In life I loved so dearly. 
 In death I do the same. 
 Forty-six years ago you left me. 
 How I miss you, mother, dear. 
 And remember all your kindness 
 As I drop a silent tear. 
 
OUR PRESIDENT. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 patriotism is Ajuericanism 
 
 By birth or otherwise; 
 
 The name of Woodrow Wilson 
 
 Brings everylasting joy; 
 
 He is a living martyr, 
 
 Equal in everj^ way 
 
 To Washington or Jefferson, 
 
 And is the Abraham Lincoln of today 
 
 All Americans remember, 
 
 A few short years ago. 
 
 When we elected Mr. Wilson 
 
 As our guiding star, 
 
 Mr. Wilson heard us cheering 
 
 While trysting at the well 
 
 And with his boys sailed overseas 
 
 And gave the kaiser hell. 
 
 Mr. Wilson is our president. 
 
 And is a tried and true good man. 
 
 He has carried out all his plans 
 
 That congress imposed on him. 
 
 I deem it as a duty. 
 
 And will write in verse 
 
 When our history again written 
 
 The name of Woodrow Wilson first. 
 
LABOR DAY. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. ■- 
 
 In eighteen hundred and eighty-two 
 The Kni?»'his of Labor of America 
 Marched in New York City on Labor Day 
 With a L'nion banner inscribed thus : 
 ''Capital and Labor should divide the dust, 
 The preference should be for labor's worth 
 To produce capital we must labor first. 
 Hurrah, Hurrah, for our National Labor 
 holiday. 
 
 When they arrived at .Madisojj,, Square 
 A thousand bats were - flung in the 4i:r./ 
 They gave liim cheers three times three, 
 The Hero of Labor Day, ''T. V. Powderly.'' 
 In eighteen hundred and eighty-seven : 
 To Colorado credit is duly given _ 
 By vote'of the members of House and Benate 
 The right of labor the state defended 
 For a National Labor day. 
 
 Let love and friendship each Labor Day 
 
 Be the choicest treksures on display 
 
 And let each one perform his part 
 
 To fill with joy each other's heart. ' , 
 
 Christ was the Son of God and man ';..{'; 
 
 He worked, obeyed and prayed -';.'. 
 
 For all mankind on earth 
 
 Who were by sin enslaved. 
 
 He labored with his heart and hands 
 
 To enrich his mind and soul 
 
 But money kings or rusted trusts 
 
 Fie never once adored. 
 
ODE TO MAJOR ROBERT LEWIS. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 The j)romotioii of Rol^ert Lewis 
 
 }<Vom Captain to Major Bob 
 
 Was earned for his bravery 
 
 And the kindness shown his men. 
 
 But, alas, when came the parting, 
 
 The misty tear drops came 
 
 That trickled down the cheeks 
 
 Of the boys of Amminiition .Train. _^ 
 
 Vriiien .Major Lewis was transferred . 
 
 Then came the sad j^oodbys ; ' , 
 
 All prpmised to meet again ^ 
 
 Somtv-^iiore. liye.or die. .. 
 
 The, meeting was; in bleeding Fraiice, 
 
 Beneath a foreign sky ; 
 
 The tender joys that were expressed 
 
 Money call not buy. 
 
 At the first call of his country, 
 
 While yet in his 'teens, 
 
 Major Lewis carried a musket 
 
 In the far-off Philippines. 
 
 Tie came marching home as sergeant 
 
 Full of vim: and. laughter. 
 
 Bob has never faced a baek flag ;' 
 
 Nor had his heels in \yater.- 
 
 The burning hearts of friendship beat 
 For ail tried and true good men. 
 Major Lewds wears the plume 
 Of an American pure and firm. 
 Wlien he returned with the boys, 
 The gntes were all outsw^ung, 
 A.nd everv promise made, 
 He faithfully fulfilled. 
 
PAW-HUS-KA. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Tall plumes of Spring 
 
 In rows and rows, 
 
 liike angels dressed 
 
 In their assention clothes 
 
 To protect the ideal park that lies 
 
 Incompassed by the hills and sky. 
 
 This land was deeded by Uncle Sam 
 
 To I*aw-hus-ka and his noble band, 
 
 To hold as long as grass will grow — 
 
 O'er the Osage hills and valleys, too, 
 
 And fire will bum on Earth below. 
 
 And the rain from. Heaven make water flow 
 
 Paw-has-ka was a chieftain brave, 
 His hair was silvery gray; 
 He has heard wolves bark boldly 
 Before the midnight rain; 
 He has seen the elms waving 
 Along the uneven streams. 
 And the stately oak and maple 
 Cast their shadow o'er the scene. 
 From a wigwam in the valley 
 And a hillside dugout shack, 
 To co>nmemorate his name and memory. 
 Stands Pa^.vhuska, the finest city in the 
 Osage land. 
 
THE OZARK TRAIL. 
 
 Bv J. P. Dunn. 
 
 O'er the pbjins of sunny Kansas, 
 
 Betweon the fields of ripening- g-rain, 
 Travel ses the famous highway, 
 
 The Ozark mountain trail. 
 And extends through Arkansas, 
 Where cotton often grows as tall 
 
 As wheat and corn in Kansas, 
 
 In the valley of Neosho, 
 The Verdigris and Kaw. 
 
 When you reach the Ozark mountains, 
 
 Then you will learn something ahout 
 The hospitality of the people. 
 
 Their streams and speckled trout. 
 To drink from nature's fountains 
 
 Will at once quench your thirst. 
 Then you will love Missouri 
 
 For her rivers and her rock. 
 
 AVay dov/n in beautiful Oklahoma 
 
 And Texas lonely pines, 
 Winds tlie Ozark trail of promise 
 
 Where they are drilling now for oil 
 A tri]) dotwn through the O'zarks 
 
 In meniory will never stale. 
 The land where nature marvels 
 
 In the scenic Ozark trail. 
 
WINTER TIlVtE. 
 
 By J. P. Dumi. 
 
 Come all ye true Americans, 
 United tall in line ; 
 The axmen to the forests, 
 The miners to the mine. 
 Governor Allen today is calling 
 Meet him with a smile; 
 Remem])er, this is winter, 
 Not old summer time. 
 
 The minei's have a grievance. 
 Perhaps it's just and right; 
 They should be well paid 
 For every ton of coal in sight. 
 But out west the snow is falling 
 O'er the plains and railroad tracks; 
 The coyotes, too, are howling 
 Around the blizzard-beaten shacks. 
 
 Henry Allen is our governor, 
 
 A statesman wise and firm; 
 
 He Avili mine coal in Kansas 
 
 Let the veins be thick or thin ; 
 
 The miners all will join him 
 
 Tn a merry Christmas time, I 
 
 The church bells now are ringing j 
 
 Chime after chime. j 
 
 It's nice to sit before the grate I 
 
 At this time each year. 
 
 When our coal bins are all filled, 
 
 Then we have coal to spare ; 
 
 But, alas, it is a sad affair 
 
 When our coal is under ground. 
 
 The helpless child is lowered to earth 
 
 Clad in a frozen shroud. 
 
AN ODE TO GOVERNOR CAPPER. 
 
 EV J. P. Diimi. 
 
 The sun rises in the ancient east, 
 
 Bnt sets in Kansas' modern west, 
 
 Where all men and women are equal 
 
 And everything is the very best. 
 
 Where the mountain's far reaching shadows 
 
 O'er the dugouts quietly falls, 
 
 And the mirror plains reflect to man 
 
 (lod's coming twilight hours. 
 
 We are blest out here in Kansas 
 
 With sunshine, air and rain, 
 
 A trinity of God"s pure elements 
 
 That make men of muscle, brawn and brain. 
 
 Our women are most beautiful. 
 
 All can bal'.e, wash and iron, 
 
 \iu\ our virgins true to their sweethearts, 
 
 And sure treat the husbands fine. 
 
 The mocking bird has returned again 
 
 From tlie Vicautiful southern glades. 
 
 And Avill enchant us with his sweetest songs, 
 
 ill through the harvest days. 
 
 Our boys and girls from all the to-wns 
 
 Will re-inforce the men 
 
 To help sHve the grain that God has grown 
 
 For our brave Sammies dressed in brown. 
 
 T will quote words from Governor Capper 
 
 From a speech he made last fall 
 
 That Kansas can raise grain enough 
 
 To feed all our allies that are now engaged in war 
 
 We believe it because he said it. 
 
 And with western pride affirm 
 
 That whatever Governor Capper isayi- 
 
 You can rely upon. 
 
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FONDEST HOPES. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 The flowers and roses 
 
 Will ever bloom 
 With open petals 
 
 For bride and groom. 
 The winds will blow 
 
 Their fragrance o'er 
 The graves of those 
 
 Who fell in war. 
 
 Upon your breasts 
 
 A cross I see, 
 Kind words inscribed 
 
 For you and I. 
 Ye speak to us 
 
 As if alive 
 Comrades, while passing by. 
 
 Keep Old Glory flying high, 
 
 Kind friends, your battle 
 
 We fought and w^on, 
 In the famous woods 
 
 Of Argonne 
 For peace on earth 
 
 We paved the way 
 And for tomorrow 
 
 We gave today. 
 
 Today, dear sons, 
 
 As 3^e glide 
 O'er the waves beyond 
 
 The returnless tide 
 A mother kneels 
 
 Beside your grave 
 As her Fondest Hopes 
 
 Lie buried there 
 And prays to God 
 
 Who reigns on high 
 To keep you in 
 
 His heavenly care. 
 
THIRD LIBERTY LOAN. 
 
 By J. P. Ihinn. 
 
 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 rye. 
 
 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 tliem now depends 
 
 Tlie victory over Satan 
 
 And the barbaric Huns. 
 
 Our business men and bankers 
 
 Ale standing side by side. 
 
 They are advancing money to everyone 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 m.ust say did it well. 
 
 For every bond we buy 
 
 Sends the Kaiser nearer hell. 
 
 A cry comes from distant Europe, 
 Tt's a very urgent call; 
 For food and amm.unition, 
 And for ship's, large and small. 
 And for a million Sammies, 
 
Oi* America's bravest sons, 
 To fight for God and freedom 
 Against the German Hnns. 
 
 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 cross 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 hitn vet to meet. 
 
 'WILL NOT END." 
 
 lBv J. p. Dunn. 
 
 When grass oil earth no longer groAVS 
 
 And the ocean's tide fails to ebb and flow 
 
 And the sumnier winds cease to blow 
 
 The fragrance froan the roses that we once knew. 
 
 And the Alps in grandeur will tower so high 
 
 That o'er their peaks birds can not fly 
 
 And the dead will all come to life again 
 
 And men and women will conquer sin 
 
 And the lion will protect the innocent lamb 
 
 And the ocean's depths will be dry land 
 
 Aiid when this transpires, but not till then 
 
 Can 1 believe that the world will end. 
 
CO-OPERATION. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Co-0'peration is to engage 
 Practical in every way, 
 By which Labor can j^erform its part. 
 And receive the greatest wage; 
 Co-operation existed in ancient times, 
 Over two thousand years ago. 
 But alike all our choicest fruits, 
 It's grotwth has been sure but slow. 
 
 Co-operation is a social type; 
 A society of women and men 
 Who volunteer to aid industry 
 And all economic plans; 
 For example, in Colonial days 
 All rallied, j^es, every one 
 To macadamize the highways 
 On the co-0})erative plan. 
 
 Since the earliest time in history, 
 
 Men have been accustomed to demand 
 
 Assistance from his neighbor 
 
 His ideals to advance. 
 
 Cooper's co- operative societies of Minneapolis 
 
 Ts a glowing tribute of success; 
 
 The}^ have never had a strike. 
 
 Because the co-operative plan is the best. 
 
 We should keep our coal mines open, 
 And each furnace in full blast. 
 As the mill will never grind 
 With the water that has past. 
 When the wheels are silent. 
 The machinery soon begins to rust. 
 The poor women and children, then 
 Are +hose who suffer most. 
 
COME OUT WEST 
 
 Ye "vvho are lo'tering 
 
 Get busy today 
 AVliile not any inomeJit 
 
 Id idleness away 
 11 business' is slack 
 
 Where you juay abide 
 Come out to Kansas 
 
 And ^.Wfh us glide. 
 
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 In Kansas the wheat 
 
 And alfalfa are Green 
 Where the happiest people 
 
 On earth may be seen 
 The young' and the old 
 
 The high and the low 
 Stand shoulder to shoulder; 
 
 Our watchword ''see us grow/' 
 
 Come in the autumn 
 
 Come in the spring 
 Come in the summer 
 
 And hear the birds sing. 
 Just keep on coming 
 
 In sunshine or rain 
 And help drill for oil 
 
 And garner the grain. 
 
 Come in the evening ! 
 
 Or come in the morn 
 Tf you want to labor 
 
 In mine, factory or farm 
 The oftener you come 
 
 The greater the charm 
 1)1 production we're short 
 
 Bat on consumption we're long 
 
 They say sugar is high 
 
 And the water is Ioav 
 Rut its the wettest and best 
 
 Tl'.at ever did flow. 
 
It's the Verdigris river 
 So pure and so calm 
 That vvatoivs our Cities 
 
 Oar farms and towns. 
 
 THE CLASPETH HAND. 
 
 B^7 J. P. Dunn. 
 
 The claspeth hand of friendship, 
 
 Holds men in touch today 
 
 With all mankind who dw^dl 
 
 Upon land or sea. 
 
 It strengthens all our efforts, 
 
 And lessens all our cares, 
 
 It drives away the bitter blues 
 
 And checks the fallen tears. 
 
 Did you extend the claspeth hand 
 To the poor widow in distress, 
 Did you kiss your wife good bye, 
 When her parting hand you pressed. 
 Did you ever speak a good word 
 For your old hoane town. 
 If perchance you did not 
 Please do it now. 
 
 Did you meet the night fall 
 That was slowly coming on, 
 Have you helped a single brothei. 
 And made a bosom friend. 
 Did you scatter seeds of kindness 
 Or seeds of discontent. 
 Have 3^ou spoken kindly 
 To everyone you met. 
 
 Can you recall an instance, 
 Of a ray of hope you have shed. 
 Is there a single heart rejoicing 
 Over what you did or said- 
 If you have spoken kindly 
 Of your brother across the way, 
 You will be rewarded tomorrow 
 For what you did today. 
 
PEACEFUL LABOR. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 The Laboring Man is he 
 
 Who labors with his muscle, brawn and brain. 
 
 The Laboring Man is he 
 
 Who uses his money, brains and time. 
 
 The AVomen, too, God bless them, 
 
 Labor from sun till sun. 
 
 It's their hand that rocks the cradle 
 
 And makes the boy a man. 
 
 I have lived three score years. 
 Could I live them over 
 Then I would use my pen 
 To build up every nation's home. 
 When I look up in the firmaments 
 The twilight almost dims my eyes. 
 It's then that nature speaks to me 
 Of the Heavens beyond the skies. 
 
 All nations of the universe 
 Should for peace unite today, 
 Take up the cross of Christ, 
 Follow not the flags of shame. 
 All rulers should be dethroned 
 That rule with an iron hand. 
 .AH fire arms should be melted 
 Into utensils to improve the land. 
 
 Oil, Time, if I could measure thee 
 
 In some selected spot alone, 
 
 It might be that I could then 
 
 Ferret out a way for children yet unborn 
 
 But alone it is a task too great 
 
 For one to undertake my age. 
 
 The torch is ablaze world-wide 
 
 To scop anarchistic-autocracy that enslaves. 
 
THE FOUR FACTORS OF WEALTH. 
 
 By J. r. Dujin. 
 LAND. 
 The land is the entire earth 
 The oceans, lakes and rivers, 
 The rainfall, heat and cold, 
 Tide, winds, storms and weather. 
 And all material beneath 
 The suriiaee of earth and water. 
 And all the fishes of the seas 
 Are nnited in one factor. 
 
 LABOR. 
 Labor is a worlcingman transformed 
 To master natural forces 
 With intelligence to create wealth 
 By skilled and unskilled labor. 
 With the ability to perform 
 And create faster than consiuned 
 Natural resources thus transformed 
 Is called capital produced by labor. 
 
 CxlPlTAL. 
 Capital besjun with economy 
 Progress and civilization 
 Chiefly to assist man 
 In the subjugation of nature. 
 Livention and the use of tools 
 Man armed himself with weapons 
 To protect against warfare 
 To which he was subjected. 
 
 Coming down to modern times 
 W^ith each stage of evolution 
 Man became better able to create 
 And save additional capital. 
 With ^and, labor and wealth 
 Organ .;^ed into a working union 
 Men are better fed and clothed 
 With better shelter and education. 
 
 ENTERPRISER. 
 The duty of enterpriser 
 Is to direct capital and labor 
 To unite the three in one 
 W^ith nature's creations, ; 
 
Assume the risks connected with 
 The business org:anization 
 And take the profit that arise 
 From economic operation. 
 
 OLD KENTUCKY HOME. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 In the fiehls of old Kentucky 
 And a vale between the hills 
 Stands a quaint old fashioned 
 r^ottage that T love. 
 Where the honey snckle vine 
 '.Round tliet rustic porch did twine 
 So invitiuii" to the bee 
 And humming' birds. 
 
 T can see the winding path round 
 My old Kentucky home. 
 Tiike a line of river 
 Wending to and fro. 
 T can see the blue grass waving 
 Between thp fences made of rails 
 And pheasants loudly drumnniing 
 And the piping of the quails. 
 
 I can hear the hounds baying 
 While the hunter blows his horn. 
 I can !see the dew-drop sparkle 
 On the rose just newly born. 
 T can hear a hush of silence, 
 When comes the gentle rain 
 As it patters on the clap-boards 
 Down the eaves and window panes. 
 
 From the plains of sunny Kansas 
 
 My thoughts revert today 
 
 To the school house in the clearing 
 
 Tliough many miles away, 
 
 Where we gathered sweetest roses, 
 
 The Bride and Bon-Saline, 
 
 To bedeck the flowing tresses 
 
 Of our beautiful May day queen. 
 
DAYLIGHT THOUGHTS. 
 
 By J. p. Dnuu. 
 
 Ever is a little word. 
 
 To try is smaller still. 
 
 Link them together 
 
 And they will move a hill. 
 
 It may sound a little odtl. 
 
 Yet it is very true, 
 
 Bees Jnake the sweetest Jioiiey 
 
 From the wild oat bloom. 
 
 Never cross a stream 
 Until you reach its shore. 
 Never pluck a rose 
 That has never bloomed. 
 Never offer a wedding ring- 
 To a lad}^ when she beprs to be excused. 
 Nevei shake hands with a man 
 That recently had the flu. 
 
 Never pick up a stick to strike 
 
 A poor dog sick or lame. 
 
 Never buy a gold brick 
 
 Unless you deal on tick. 
 
 Never sing in public 
 
 Until you learn the l:ey. 
 
 If the sun don't shine toda}^ or tomorroAv 
 
 It may not shine for two or three. 
 
 Never build a house upon 
 A foundation that is sand. 
 Never send a boy to mill 
 When you can send a man. 
 Bear in mind, my brother, 
 Old John Barley-corn is dead. 
 Better it's Uncle Johnnie, 
 Than you or 1 in his stead. 
 
 No plant ever grew 
 
 Without an imperfect leaf or ilc.ver. 
 
 No character ever was so good 
 
 Tha^ it did not have a flaw. , 
 
 No grief is really grief 
 
Without a course of tears. 
 No man is a manly man 
 Until matared in years. 
 
 No plough can turn the soil 
 Without a m_old and sheer. 
 No home is quite complete 
 Without children playing- near. 
 All men have a right by birth 
 While living here below 
 Of a tract of land the span 
 Between heel and toe 
 
 THE SALVATION ARMY AND 
 KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 The Salv?)tion Ai-my 
 
 And the Knights of Columbus I 
 
 Have plowed very deep^ 
 
 Furrow by furrow, 
 
 Where they have led 
 
 Other nations will follow 
 
 On the eve of today, 
 
 And the wake of tomorrow. 
 
 On the battle field plain | 
 
 And the Argonne foi^ests, " | 
 
 Like the rock of Gibraltar j 
 
 Stood our sisters and brothers. j 
 
 They cared for the sick, 
 The wounded and dying, 
 Beneath the planes in the sky 
 That dropped bombs dowTi upon them. 
 
 The Salvation Army 
 
 All Americans now cherish 
 
 Likewise all members 
 
 Of the Knights of Columbus. 
 
 They gave all they had 
 
 For our gold stars in heaven 
 
 Who gave their today 
 
 For our tomorrow. 
 
A TRIPLE ode; 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 An ode to IT. S. Senator Arthur Capper, 
 the great state of Kansas and Ireland. 
 
 O beautiful, beautiful land, 
 
 Wliere the silvery streamlets stream 
 
 Froln the sunkissed tops of the Rockies 
 
 That are clad in white and green. 
 
 It is spring-time out here in Kansas; 
 
 Many eagles now are seen 
 
 Flying over the panorama hills and rivers 
 
 Of the Smoky and Saline, 
 
 The smoky hills and valleys 
 So inviting to our gaze, 
 Are full of picturesqueness 
 To the western pioneers. 
 The old-time dugout palace, 
 And the sod house on the plains 
 Are the emblem of successes 
 Of those ha})py, bygone days. 
 
 The antelope and buffalo. 
 The broad horned elk and deer 
 Are extinct from the Smoky hills 
 But on the western slope are seen 
 The prairie dogis and gophers 
 Still playfully bark and play. 
 In the counties of McPherson, 
 Lincoln, Saline and ('lay. 
 
 The coyotes still are with us, 
 I guess they are here to stay. 
 They visit all our homesteads 
 While we are sleeping in the hay. 
 The coyote is a prophet. 
 Before every storm he howls ; 
 The ranchmen all take notice. 
 And corral their lambs and fowls. 
 
The World War is over. 
 For the present now at least ; 
 Our boys are home coming, 
 And to us they sure look great. 
 They fought like American heroes, 
 With mirth, with laugh and song, 
 They camped upon "'Fritzie's" heels 
 And made him hop along. 
 
 But there is one great heartfelt sorrow. 
 
 That I wish to reveal, 
 
 It is the freedom of old Ireland, 
 
 Where the shamrock grows so green. . 
 
 The delegates at League of Nations, i 
 
 Signed with a golden pen ; 
 
 They never mentioned Ireland, 
 
 But I believe some day they will. J 
 
 Ireland, England may veil your eyes, 
 
 But she cannot hide from view. 
 
 The flag of Democracy, 
 
 And the red, the white, the blue. j 
 
 A statesman from sunny Kansas, i 
 
 Arthur Capper is his name, | 
 
 Will be elected President of the U. S. A. | 
 
 ! 
 After the oath of office, ' 
 
 Is administered to this noble man, 
 He will write seft-determination for Ireland 
 With an American quill. 
 Then the Prim.rose of Erin, 
 And our American Beauty Rose will blend ; 
 The Irish harp will play America 
 Frui'i the summit of Capitol Hill. 
 
THE AMERICAN SOLDIER, 
 
 B^ J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Tn nature nothing" ever dies, and the hope of free- 
 dom, 
 Has been the child of ag-es, but in the hands of 
 
 monarchy 
 It has lacked universal development. 
 The theory of government of the many by the few 
 Has been a reef of grief for all governments that 
 
 have 
 Tried to govern by minority rule, the first 
 Armed conflict between England and her own 
 Colonists took place at Lexington, which marked 
 The birth of our world virgin flag, the beginning 
 Of a new era, the cherished offspring from the 
 Womb of the suffering ages. Elder brother, 
 
 youngest, 
 Sister, faithful wiyes, true, sweethearts and 
 Loving mothers, the American soldier has stood 
 For prelection to his beautiful charge from 
 Bunker Hill to the last battle of the world war. 
 In the Argonne Eorests, so long as the strong 
 Arm of the American soldier is extended 
 In protection for the weak against the strong. 
 It will endure as a blessing to all races of men. 
 Regardless of sex or color. 
 
 "But when that protecting arm falls the government 
 Must fall with it. 
 
 But in the union of states, as they happily exist. 
 No traitor dare stain or mar a star or stripe 
 On Old Glory,the flag that all Americans reverence. 
 Let it be instilled in every American mind 
 That all our fine school buildings and magnificent 
 
 church edifices 
 Would tremble on their very foundations 
 Were it not for the flag of our fathers that waves 
 
 so proudly aboA^e them. 
 And for the upbuilding of all the homes of rich and 
 
 poor with no distinction for either. 
 The requirements are live and let live 
 And worship God according to the dictates of one's 
 
 conscience 
 
Regardless of sex, creed or color and patriotism for 
 
 Old Glory, 
 Oar flag by nativity or adoption with the rank and 
 
 file of our American soldiers/ ' all heroes/' 
 All classes of men were represented, the farmer, the 
 
 laborer, the banker, the railroad men, 
 The inventor, the ministers and clergy of all our 
 
 churches, 
 Lawyers, doctors, the student, the artisan, printer. 
 The man of letters, the poet, the man of wealth. 
 As well as the man Avithout means, the miners, the 
 
 producers of oil, and clerks. 
 And, in fact, all men of all trades and avocations 
 
 of life, 
 Stood shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, in every 
 
 battle 
 T*'rom George Washington, the Father of our coun- 
 try, 
 Down to President AVoodrow Wilson, the present 
 
 leader and defender of our national honor. 
 Women devoted to their sweethearts, and husbands, 
 
 fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers have 
 stood \vith ever-AA'atching eye. 
 Guarding the Goddess of Liberty that was modeled 
 
 by the virgin ladies of this. 
 The greatest of any free government of God's 
 
 known jilanetary system 
 From tlie morning of our independence from Great 
 
 Britain down the valley of time. 
 MI our American Avomeu have been pure and true 
 
 patriots, 
 Even designed the flatr that Avaves so proudly over 
 
 the living and so sacredly o^er our dead. 
 It is the touch of Avoman's fond fingers that refine 
 
 and bring men to their feet 
 And creates in man's mind the sense of duty he 
 
 owes for being the protector 
 Of the flag that Avaves today for the betterment of 
 
 all nations of earth. 
 
BEAUTIFUL SWEET EASTER MORN. 
 
 By J. P. Dunn. 
 
 Oh, beautiful sweet Easter morning-, 
 
 How silent and meek was your dawn. 
 
 The angrels danced in the sun with their arms 
 
 akimbo, 
 On this memorable great Easter morn. 
 
 At peace in the Garden of Olives, 
 Tn a valley below high weeping hills. 
 In a tomb lay oar crucified Savior 
 Guarded by soldiers that no one enter in. 
 
 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. 
 
 The keeper stood in a death-isilence. 
 
 Converted and almost inspired. 
 
 His countenance was changed to the color of his 
 
 raiment. 
 A bautiful, pure, suoav white. 
 
 The keeper became almost frightened, 
 
 Being am'azed at the beautiful sight. 
 
 He hastened away to the village 
 
 To proclaim that the Christian era had dawned. 
 
 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 Easter morn. 
 
 Fear not, T know' you seek Jesus, 
 
 This beautiful, sweet Easter day. 
 
 Tlie Lord ^s not here. He has risen in splendor. 
 
 O'er sin, death and the grave. 
 
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