PS 3507 .A7 V5 1919 '^o^ ^^^. V . .0 « ' * o, > V ^ ^^ -^^ .0' 0^ ■^0 ,^q. / '"' ■y^-' ' ' < ^o V^' ,T ^^ ^^. ^'^ W *-./ .*#i:%\ \,^* .* 0^ ■%, ^^p^■ /% ' (K>v ?>J^-','-; " • < o \ ^'^^<^ .<>■ ^^"- ^^•n^. -Jy-' v' ^.^ ,^>«^ V.^ ;l ^^ "-^-0^ •*>> V' e » '^ -(^^ 4 O ^1- Itrtnrg lE&tttnn OF BY Haura Utrtnrta iaui^B Author Of Goddess of The Rockies and Other Poems ^> ^TJ' Copyright 1919 By Laura Maria Victoria Davies All Rights Reserved Printed in the United States of America Price 75c ;^ :EB 10 1919 ^o/ ©CI.A514011 Copyright May, 1918 By Laura Maria Victoria Davies AH Rights Reserved Second Printing January 1919 Itrtnrg ! Thou Goddess of Liberty Stand in thy pride! Undaunted and fearless Whatever betide! Germanic or Austrian Or Turk be thy foe, We'll fight to the finish, We're true to the core! Soar onward, bald eagle! Scream out in your might! And join in our battle For victory and right! Nor fear, for thine eaglets, They're safe in their nest. Pro-Germans we'll conquer Whatever behest. Swing out, to the breeze Dear flag of the free! O'er bravest of soldiers, Earth ever shall see ! Sweet ensign of home, Thou art destined to be The Banner of Victory, On land and on sea! Dear Liberty Bell, Peal out, as of yore! Resound, sweetest chimes Through the world, evermore! For honor and love and Righteousness ring! And God in his mercy, Sweet peace to us bring. Printed in U. S. A. Toll, toll for the saddened And desolate hearth. For bravest of heroes. Who ne'er will return. Resigned in their grief, Self-denying and true; In sacrifice, loyal To their Red, White and Blue. In cycles of years And days yet to be. We'll cherish the emblem Our hearts throb to see: Old Glory shall wave. To the end of all time ; And protect every soul And Just Nation or clime. Oh Friends of our colors! Stand firm, brave and true! Your God, Home and Country Are calling on you. Be strong in your courage; Unfaltering in trust; And Faith be your refuge, In God whom we trust. O'er thy shores where the Hun Would make way and prevail. Rule on, old Brittania ! Each white cap and wave ; Thou cans't not but conquer ; The world help to save; While The United States lifts Her unfurled mighty sails. Fond memories of LaFayette Greetings to France, All praise thro the ages The entente commands; Honor and valor — Our tribute to thee ! Allied friends of our Nation Our homage to thee. Down in my heart I love you so, You never yet have known me, Down in my heart, Fd never part. If I could linger near thee. Down in my heart, Fd love to be Where I could see you smiling; Where I could hear your words of cheer. Your own ills ne'er regarding. Down in my heart, were I to choose, Should fate my wishes crown me; Fd never part with some I know. For truest worth I love thee. Olnlnn^l Qltiwiinr^ SShdh^u^U MtmnvxtB Hurrah, for our Colonel! He's bound for the front. His courage undaunted E'er braves every blunt. At the head of our Nation And Third Party, too. Just a real living emblem Of our Red, White and Blue. Ah, "Teddy," we knew^ you, Our faith's not in vain ; You'll carry our Nation To honor and fame. Our borders you'll broaden. Our treasury fill And busy and happy Each home, farm and mill. Our mines will unfold us Their treasure in store. Our hearts light and joyous. Faith restored us once more. Now, hail we Thanksgiving; Our leader's the best. We'll hope and be merry, God grant us the rest. A IriUtant Am^rtran (Red Monarch Butterfly) You passing show of the summer hour, Sipping the honey from flower to flower, Why do you dress in shades so gay, Red or yellow or blue or gray? Your profile I want if you'll just wait a while, French or American, which is your style? Who was the tailor embroidered your vest Or cut out those scallops in which you are dressed ? Where in the world did you get your pride? I knew you when crawling along the roadside, You remember,rm sure, when you would hide If any one coming you ever spied. What has become of your little brown hut, Its shades drawn o'er loopholes and wicket gate shut? The latch string never was hung outside And you like a hermit alone inside. On all occasions you dress so gay And with gorgeous attire, make such a display ; You've taken lessons, no doubt, in art And from all appearance were very smart. Dignified, graceful, accomplished, true! I wonder if we could improve like you ! You've surmounted your trials of lowly birth And showed us what lofty ideals are worth. ®l}0 Jumnr S^mp^ranr^ The return of the seasons, The birds and the flowers, Of summer with showers And leaf laden bowers Remind us that with them Youth never returns, And to aid in their future, Is lost — if now spurned. These never return They are drifting away As fairy clouds changing To silver and gray. When somewhere we'll meet them In tempest or sun. Life spent in the path In our midst here begun. We call to the harvest. Of beauty's soft bloom. For trustworthy gleaners to gather And may each one at even'ng Be able to say I've been A co-worker throughout All the way and we've won In the cause of Temperance. Dumb little pebbles,most beautiful things, Why don't you do as the bird that sings? Come tell us your stories of long ago, You learnt of the earth, rolling round to and fro ; How the boys picked you up and threw you down hill; Of your dignified relatives, turning the mill ; Or tell us some tale of the things below In the fathomless depths, which you emi- grants know. What of the copper, the silver and gold You selfishly seem, from us here, to with- hold? Or what is it causes the earth to quake As an angry tyrant his chains would break ? Secrets you know of the hidden deep. Hard and determined you seem bound to keep. Tell where lie treasures all decked with gold Or with cobalt bloom or with tungsten bold ; The gravel pits and the quarries brown, *The jeweler's brilliant ones drove out of town ; ** Winking and blinking at each other; shouting, "Gypsies! and ruffians!" in all sorts of weather ! *I)i.iraonds and other precious stones. **GIittering of precious stones. Your diamond cousins and agates and spar Are each and all sought near and far ; Stories of youth and wealth untold And love and beauty could they unfold. Kings and Emperors and Heroes of war, Princes and Queens seek you afar ; You are a part of Nature's book Where people love ever to search and look. Amber or amethyst, topaz or beryl. All keep their secrets from me, at their peril ; Your autobiographies give us to know The joys you thus bring us from cave homes below. *Heaven's foundations are built of thee: Emblems of immortality! — Jewels of earth, reminders be! — Of those mansions and gates ajar for me. ♦Precious stones, Rev. 21-19, 20. Copyright 1912 By Laura Victoria Davies (DULUTH) Thy winter joys are hard to beat, — No point of compass dare compete, — From ring of sleighbells, skates or skiis, To curling or coasting as far as you please. The trailing arbutus so eagerly sought, Here blushes in earliest Spring, Its fragrance like incense uprising. With the sweet notes the cedar bird sings. Copyright 1917 By Laura Victoria Davies prtur^squ^ iHntttatia Part III. Bold GLACIER PARK grandeur All words but deride : Where mystical nooks Near-by lake beauties hide. MacDonald and Flathead Romancing together, In serenade sheen To her ideal weather. There lie peaceful valleys Inviting to rest, the Glacier all sparkling Adorned in her best. Impenetrable forests And Gun-sight Pass And Avalanche Basin All unsurpassed. Where turbulent rivers Through deep chasms chime White City's attractions Grotesque and sublime. Loom on in thy grandeur Oh! mountain and river; Firm patriots to shelter, And WELCOME and REST. Well won unfeigned pride: O'er this world far and wide, Unexcelled: — thy rare Beauties of Nature. jg-K;'i '''■ '■>' PuHBgmtUnm Uarmng Ant and cricket fold your wings, Wait until the robin sings, Wait, until the orchard bloom, Flings about its sweet perfume. Then, oh then; Awake to hear, Swallows chirping ; Spring is here ; Meadow lark, and bluebirds gay. Making love, the live long day. Blue bells ringing sweet and clear; Katydids, and crocus here; Hum of bee in fairest bowers Medley of their joys be ours. All competing in one chorus Underneath and 'round and o'er us Butterfly, and lady bug, hasten; Listen: Come, wake up! Waken, Nature's all atune; Here who comes ? Dear Month of June ; Summer skies, and sunny weather Here we'll spend them all together. OUnBiug May sunny hours evef Be yours, my friendsV And God's blessings ever Your pathways attend; And as life's changing shadows In turn on you fall. Be they brightened by Him, who Marks each sparrow's fall. C'W' V\^ ■^'^^ ^. If - 'j^> x,^ - • • " ,-Jv ^;»?- A ^ N MANCHESTER INDIANA o V o -* .0 ^