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 6S0S Luther Ave 
 
 To 7- me r U r^T'^ ^"^ ^ P^ ^^' Ohio, 
 
 Copyrighted 1919 
 
 Published by 
 
 TOM FOOTE 
 
 Cleveland 
 

 JAN 9 192^^ 
 
Cbc Cittle Blue Star turned to Gold 
 
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 There's a little blue star in my window, 
 
 That means all the world to me, 
 For it speaks in a voice sweet and tender 
 Of a loved one far over the sea. 
 It comforts me when I am lonely, 
 
 It brightens the gloom of my night, 
 For I know its pure love is mine only, 
 ■ As it fills all my soul with its light. 
 
 That little blue star stands for duty. 
 
 For a purpose both noble and high. 
 For a soul filled with honor and beauty. 
 For a love that is willing to die. 
 
 One night when the shadows were falling 
 And my heart felt a yearning untold, 
 An angel of light, 
 In his heavenly flight. 
 Turned that little blue star to gold. 
 
 Tho he sleeps where the poppies are waving, 
 
 In a foreign land over the sea. 
 Yet the solace my spirit is craving. 
 That little gold star brings to me; 
 It will lead me to holier duty. 
 
 In a cause which he died to atone. 
 Till the Prince of Peace comes in His 
 beauty. 
 And we meet around heaven's white 
 throne. 
 
n Coast to tbe Boys 
 
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 Here's a toast to the Boys 
 
 With a sweetheart's kiss 
 
 As pure as the morning's dew ; 
 
 Here's a toast to the Boys 
 
 With a round of bliss 
 
 That will last the whole life through. 
 
 Here's a toast to the Boys 
 
 With a mother's tears 
 
 And a hug to her loving breast ; 
 
 Here's a toast to the Boys, 
 
 With her smiles and cheers 
 
 By the prayers of a mother blest. 
 
 Here's a toast to the Boys, 
 
 With a father's pride 
 
 And the grasp of a father's hand ; 
 
 Here's a toast to the Boys, 
 
 With a home where hide 
 
 The deeds of a blessed land. 
 
 Here's a toast to the Boys, 
 
 With a nation's fame 
 
 In the triumph of love and peace; 
 
 Here's a toast to the Boys, 
 
 With an honored name, 
 
 And the glory that shall not cease. 
 
Just a Cittk m\u €ro$$ 
 
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 Just a little white cross with a soldier's name, 
 To the world tells a beautiful story; 
 
 Were it glittering gold or an arch of fame 
 This could not add to its glory. 
 
 That little white cross means a sacrifice 
 Of love and of life and achievement; 
 
 It signals the place wihere our hero lies, 
 And. the depth of a world's bereavement. 
 
 Just a little white cross with a wreath of 
 flowers 
 
 Which- will bloom thru the coming ages ; 
 While freedom will honor those heroes of ours 
 
 In anthem and history's pages. 
 
 As God gave His Son to redeem the world 
 Thru His infinite love and compassion, 
 
 So we, that "Old Glory" might be kept 
 unfurled, 
 Gave our sons in a similar fashion. 
 
 Just a little white cross with a light divine 
 Flooding all the world with its beauty. 
 
 For the years to come may it be a shrine 
 Where the nations learn lessons of duty. 
 
Some of tbe Boys 
 
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 Where are some of the Boys that we bade 
 
 good-bye 
 When they gathered to cross the sea? 
 While our noble Yanks 
 Now are breaking ranks, 
 I notice a tear and I hear a sigh 
 From the dear ones who wait with me. 
 
 Where are some of the Boys that we loved to 
 
 meet 
 In the morning, at noon, or night? 
 They answered the ''call" 
 And sacrificed all, 
 
 And we miss them in office and street, 
 And the stars do not shine so bright. 
 
 Where are some of the Boys whose rollicking 
 
 songs 
 Filled the gloomiest days with cheer? 
 They were happy and gay 
 When they marched away, 
 To rescue the world from its countless wrongs, 
 Now the sunniest days seem drear. 
 
 Where are some of the Boys whose sweet- 
 hearts wait. 
 Whose mothers and young wives pray? 
 While the home fires burn 
 For the Yanks' return, 
 His empty chair and his unused plate 
 Chill the hope for the coming day. 
 
Where are some of the Boys? Let the sea 
 
 reply ; 
 From its depths shine their golden stars ; 
 Only God knows well 
 Where each hero fell, 
 And His angels have marked where our loved 
 
 ones lie, 
 And Glory has wreathed their scars. 
 
 melcofiie, Our Boys 
 
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 Your hoy and my boy, they all are ours, 
 Our heroes, we welcome to-day; 
 Christen with kisses the garlands of flowers 
 Which we gratefully strew in their way. 
 
 They are our heroes of noble endeavor, 
 Yes, soldiers of mercy and peace ; 
 Yours be the praises and honor forever 
 And glory that never shall cease. 
 
 Back to your home land yearning for you. 
 With our tears and our cheers and our joys, 
 Back to the home fires burning for you, 
 Welcome, OUR brave SOLDIER BOYS. 
 
Cbc tm mothers 
 
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 She had only one boy, 
 
 Her hope and her joy, 
 
 The cry of her heart in prayer ; 
 
 A Httle white cross 
 
 Marks her love and her loss. 
 
 For her soldier boy sleeps ''over there." 
 
 Through her smiles and her tears 
 
 She faces the years 
 
 With a gold star to guide her above ; 
 
 With a brave mother's heart. 
 
 She accomplished her part 
 
 And has purchased a world's bond of love. 
 
 She enjoyed not the bliss 
 
 Of a sweet baby's kiss. 
 
 Nor the pride of a brave noble son ; 
 
 But to her more than life 
 
 Was our flag in the strife, 
 
 As she prayed for the victory won. 
 
 With a heart filled with thanks 
 
 She welcomed the Yanks 
 
 Giving roses with kisses and cheers ; 
 
 Though the brave sons of others 
 
 And of fond, absent mothers, 
 
 Each shared in her smiles and her tears. 
 
mother's Prayer 
 
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 All alone, at home, is mother sitting, 
 While her thoughts are far away, 
 And her hands are busy sewing, knitting. 
 As her lips in silence pray, 
 
 For her noble sons have crossed the ocean 
 As her gifts to Liberty, 
 And she toils and prays in true devotion. 
 For a mighty victory. 
 
 When her noble laddies left she blessed them. 
 
 Held them in her warm embrace, 
 
 As her gifts to Freedom's cause confessed 
 
 them, 
 Kneeling at a throne of grace, 
 
 As they said "Good-bye" to her "God bless 
 
 you". 
 They beheld her saintly smile, 
 "Go," she said, "and may the Christ possess 
 
 you. 
 And be with you all the while." 
 
 At the frpnt, her noble sons are leading 
 With the hosts of PEACE and LOVE, 
 O'er the fields of countless heroes bleeding, 
 Shines the STAR of HOPE above, 
 
 Through the fire they dash, her sweet love 
 
 guiding. 
 Thrilled by mother's faith and prayer, 
 With her spirit in their hearts abiding. 
 Heroes are they everywhere. 
 
Cbe iDotber of a Soldier 
 
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 The mother of a soldier — heaven bless her ! 
 
 May her heart o'erflow with mingled pride 
 and joy; 
 
 A nation stands in honor to address her, 
 
 Since for Freedom's cause she gave her 
 precious boy. 
 
 'Tis heaven alone that mother's love can 
 measure, 
 
 For years he's been the source of all her cares. 
 
 The future holds in him her richest treasure, 
 
 To-day, he is the burden of her prayers. 
 
 The mother of a soldier — how she'll miss him ! 
 
 By his vacant chair she kneels alone to pray : 
 
 And in her dreams again she'll bless and kiss 
 him, 
 
 As she did the day he proudly marched away. 
 
 No mother gave a son for cause more glorious. 
 
 Beneath a flag whose honor is more bright; 
 
 That PEACE throughout the world may be 
 victorious, 
 
 And LOVE and RIGHT may rule instead of 
 MIGHT. 
 
The mother of a soldier — may she meet him ! 
 Welcome back her boy, a soldier brave and 
 
 true! 
 Her loving heart will bound again to greet 
 
 him, 
 As a million loyal mothers hope to do. 
 God grant he may bring back our COLORS 
 
 flying, 
 In triumph over all that would oppress ; 
 That o'er the fields of countless dead and 
 
 dying, 
 Sweet PEACE may reign and all earth's 
 
 nations bless. 
 
Cbe Rt$s of Peace 
 
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 Kiss me, kind lady, 
 
 For an angel you have been to me ; 
 
 Kiss me, dear lady, 
 
 For my wife and baby's sake across the sea ; 
 
 Send them this cross which I found pinned 
 
 upon my breast, 
 And, in your own sweet way, write daddy did 
 
 his best. 
 You'll find their picture in my watch, with 
 
 their address : 
 To die for FLAG AND HOME to me is 
 
 happiness ! 
 
 Kiss me, kind lady, 
 
 As I was an early volunteer, 
 
 Kiss me, dear lady. 
 
 For FREEDOM'S cause I offered all that I 
 
 hold dear; 
 A bridge of light with spans of gold leads to 
 
 the WEST, 
 I see white ships now sailing down the ocean's 
 
 crest ; 
 And while I think of home and loved ones 
 
 far away, 
 Kind lady, kiss me twice for their dear sake 
 
 and pray. 
 
She did, God's angel, 
 
 And sitting by his side she tried to pray ; 
 
 She watched and waited 
 
 'Till his brave spirit sweetly passed away. 
 
 Like Mary at the cross of Calvary divine, 
 
 The Red Cross Nurse gave love and hope to 
 
 your dear boy and mine. 
 May Nations bow at WOMAN'S knee and 
 
 pray for WAR'S release 
 And rise in bonds of UNION knighted by 
 
 her KISS of PEACE. 
 
Cbe Jllien 
 
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 When "Old Glory" was flung to the western 
 
 breeze, 
 And our warships were headed across the seas, 
 And the call to the colors from coast to coast, 
 Assembled America's untrained host, 
 
 There were mothers' kisses and sweethearts' 
 
 tears, 
 There were fathers' wishes and friends' warm 
 
 cheers, 
 For thousands of soldiers but not for all, 
 Who then volunteered and answered the call. 
 
 Far many were aliens in this glorious land, 
 Who got not a kiss, not a tear, not a hand — 
 Not even the thought that someone would 
 
 cherish 
 Their deeds if for love of the flag they should 
 
 perish. 
 
 They came from their rooms and a common 
 
 board 
 With all they had treasured and carefully 
 
 stored, 
 In silence they mingled at break of day, 
 With the throng as it gathered to hurry away. 
 
They have gone, they have fought, they have 
 
 triumphed and died ; 
 The flag that we loved they have glorified ; 
 While some of these heroes sleep under the 
 
 snow, 
 And some are at rest where the red poppies 
 
 blow. 
 
 In nobody's window hang beautiful stars 
 To cherish their valor, their triumph, their 
 
 scars ; 
 On nobody's flag will be set stars of gold, 
 To foster their stories of service untold. 
 
 But sometime and somewhere, America's 
 
 heart 
 Will share them its love and w^ill anthem their 
 
 part 
 Which the alien so freely and nobly has done. 
 For the sake of ''Old Glory" and the victory 
 
 won. 
 
 God grant when these heroes return in the 
 
 ranks, 
 They may be all our "Boys", get a share of 
 
 our thanks ; 
 And when Freedom her heroes of Peace has 
 
 enrolled. 
 We may find all their beautiful stars shining 
 
 gold. 
 
fini$ft thi 30b? 
 
 D 
 
 Finish the job? 
 
 To be sure! Why not? 
 How can dollars with lives compare? 
 What did those give who sleep "over there" ? 
 
 What did those offer who fought? 
 
 Finish the job? 
 
 It's a priv'lege rare! 
 Who wouldn't do what he knows is right 
 To make world free from the curse of might, 
 
 In the triumph of PEACE to share? 
 
 Finish the job? 
 
 Ask our mothers why 
 They gave their sons as a sacrifice; 
 Ask the dear ones who wait with brimming 
 eyes ; 
 
 Ask the little ones who' cry. 
 
 Finish the job? 
 
 It's part of the plan 
 In the thought of God who in pity gave 
 His only SON through His love to save 
 
 And to cherish the rights of man. 
 
 Finish the job? 
 
 Why yes, with delight ! 
 Give the courage and cheer to our envoys we 
 
 ought, 
 And PRAY that an early PEACE may be 
 wrought. 
 God help us to finish it right ! 
 
Golden mdding Dreams 
 
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 Draw yonr rocker closer, mother, to the old 
 
 fire-place, 
 For I've something in my heart I wish to say ; 
 Let me see the girlish beauty which shone in 
 
 your face, 
 As I saw it fifty years ago to-day," 
 
 I can see you churning butter by the old 
 
 beech tree 
 Where as lovers we first met that morn in 
 
 May; 
 Ah, no angel could look sweeter than you 
 
 did to me. 
 And to me, you're just as sweet and dear 
 
 to-day. 
 
 Even now I feel that joyous thrill of pure 
 
 delight 
 Which was mine when you became my loving 
 
 wife ; 
 I can see you with your roses in your gown 
 
 of white 
 When you gave to me your own, sweet self 
 
 for life. 
 
Once again I feel the anguish and the deep 
 
 despair 
 When they told me that my wild, sweet rose 
 
 might die; 
 And you passed within the shadows and 
 
 from gardens rare 
 Plucked a rose-bud and I heard a baby's 
 
 cry. 
 
 I remember the sad partings back in Sixty- 
 two, 
 
 When our country called for loyal volunteers, 
 
 And our boy with me enlisted and put on the 
 blue, 
 
 And we left you all alone in bitter tears. 
 
 When he fell at Chicamauga I was by his 
 
 side, 
 And he said, "Tell ma I'm not afraid to 
 
 die" ; 
 And we wrapped him in the flag for which 
 
 he bravely died — 
 And we'll meet him in the peaceful 
 
 by-and-by. 
 
Cct's Olear a Tlower Co-day 
 
 D 
 
 'Tis sweet to be remembered 
 In some kind, loving way, 
 With dear ones 'round the fireside, 
 Or many miles away ; 
 
 'Tis sweet to be remembered 
 When loved ones kneel to pray; 
 Though hearts may ache for mother's sake 
 Let's wear a flower to-day. 
 
 Perhaps 'tis but a letter, 
 A tear-stained faded brief, 
 That bears a precious message, 
 A touch of hidden grief ; 
 
 Your mother's heart was grieving 
 Alone and far away, 
 For mother's love though gone above. 
 Let's wear a flower to-day. 
 
 Perhaps a mother's blessing, 
 Your childhood never knew ; 
 But often you have fancied 
 That mother kind and true ; 
 
 And, by another's fireside. 
 Your childhood slipped away. 
 Trusting His grace to see her face. 
 Let's wear a flower to-day. 
 
Though rough has been your pathway, 
 For many busy years, 
 You've never lo^t the magic 
 Of mother's kiss and tears; 
 
 Her parting words though feeble, 
 Shall never pass away ; 
 When days are drear, our hearts they cheer 
 Let's wear a flower to-day. 
 
 Baby 
 
 D 
 
 Like a beautiful rose was she, 
 With a passionate heart and a queenly air. 
 And delicate thorns hidden here and there, 
 And as sweet as a rose should be. 
 
 Not a manifest care had she; 
 She smiled at the morn of the longest day. 
 She wished for the silent stars to stay 
 As she dreamed of the dawn to be. 
 
 Like a beautiful lily is she; 
 To her throbbing heart so proud and gay. 
 Love like the honeyed bee found way, 
 And whispered maternity. 
 
 Tender is she and good ; 
 Mother love beams in her soft, dark eyes. 
 And she pours out her life in sweet sacrifice 
 For the blessings of motherhood. 
 
Fjm's Co De Boys! 
 
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 Here's to the Boys, 
 
 For what they have done ! 
 
 To the Heroes who answered the call ; 
 
 Here's to the Boys, 
 
 For what they have won. 
 
 With honor and glory to all ! 
 
 Here's to the boys 
 
 Who traversed the sea 
 
 In spite of its terrors and fright ; 
 
 Here's to the Boys 
 
 Who kept the world free 
 
 And honored our FLAG in the fight ! 
 
 Here's to the Boys 
 
 Who sleep "over there" 
 
 Where the lilies and red poppies grow ; 
 
 Here's to the Boys 
 
 Whose glory we share 
 
 But whose valor we never shall know. 
 
 Here's to the Boys 
 
 Who longed for a chance 
 
 Their part in the War to achieve ; 
 
 Here's to the Boys 
 
 Whose hearts were in France 
 
 While they waited their home-land to leave. 
 
 Here's to the Boys 
 
 The pride of our land. 
 
 Who won the world's freedom and peace ! 
 
 Here's to the Boys 
 
 Who for Liberty stand 
 
 And a UNION that never shall cease! 
 
thi Robin 
 
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 The Robin is here ! 
 
 The Robin is here ! 
 
 On a topmost bough he's singing; 
 
 Did you Hft your face 
 
 With a prayer for grace 
 
 As you heard the glad news he's bringing? 
 
 The Robin is here ! 
 
 The Robin is here ! 
 
 With his matchless notes of gladness ; 
 
 Did his merry song 
 
 As you passed along, 
 
 For the .moment dispel your sadness? 
 
 The Robin is here ! 
 
 The Robin is here ! 
 
 The herald of spring and flowers ; 
 
 Of the sunny day 
 
 When love has sway 
 
 And the joy of the world is ours. 
 
 The Robin is here ! 
 
 The Robin is here ! 
 
 To the coming of spring attesting ; 
 
 Sweet love is his theme. 
 
 Three babies, bis dream, 
 
 And the joyous time of nesting. 
 
 Like the bird of song, 
 
 As we pass along, 
 
 Let us share with the world our treasure ; 
 
 Just give it away 
 
 To gladden the day, 
 
 In a loving, gospel measure. 
 
Uictory 
 
 D 
 
 Victory, sweet victory 
 
 Of LOVE divine instead of Hate; 
 
 Victory, sweet victory 
 
 Of Faith sublime instead of Fate; 
 
 The Day of Peace dawns in the East, 
 
 The Night of War dies in the West ; 
 
 The terror of the years has ceased, 
 
 The World bows in confession to be blest. 
 
 Victory, sweet victory 
 
 That proves the Brotherhood of Man ; 
 
 Victory, sweet victory 
 
 The pledge of God's redemptive plan. 
 
 The cross of iron and blade of might 
 
 That crimsoned rivers with our dead, 
 
 And ravaged nations bled till white, 
 
 Yields to the Cross of Love instead. 
 
 Victory, sweet victory 
 
 Of nations joined in Freedom's cause; 
 
 Victory, sweet victory 
 
 Of Justice, Mercy, righteous laws. 
 
 The lilies and the poppies grow 
 
 And golden harvests gently wave,. 
 
 Where never more shall red blood flow 
 
 And shell holes blast a living grave. 
 
two Coilm 
 
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 He stood in his door with his wife and child, 
 And heaven looked down on the scene and 
 
 smiled, 
 While love with her shuttle spun webs of gold 
 And sung of the beautiful castles of old ; 
 He lingered as long as he dared to stay. 
 And watched for the car that should come 
 
 his way ; 
 Too soon came the car and in haste he ran 
 To take up the toil of an honest man. 
 A wave of the hand and a loving smile, 
 Then away he rode for a happy while. 
 "God bless you, my boy," I was glad to say. 
 For labor is sweet done in such a way. 
 
 He strode down the massive stone steps alone. 
 His face was as white as the chisel stone; 
 The furrows of care and of thought lay deep 
 And his steel-gray eyes seemed estranged to 
 sleep ; 
 All comfort and love from his life had fled 
 And Money was king of his life instead ; 
 The doubt of the day gave his heart a pain 
 For Fate held the balance of loss and gain ; 
 A sigh and a moan which were sad indeed, 
 Then off tO' his office he went with speed. 
 ''God pity his soul," I was forced to say. 
 For labor is gall done in such a way. 
 
Ii m e 
 
 D 
 
 Have you a home? Have I? 
 Where loved ones in tenderness say, 
 When you leave for the task of the day, 
 "So long. Good luck, Good-bye?" 
 
 Where at the door, a kiss 
 From lips as pure as the morning dew 
 A sacrifice of love is oflfered you. 
 For that day's joy and bliss? 
 
 Where baby's soft caress. 
 
 If gloomy the sky or bright the morn, 
 
 Makes vou think of the rose and forget the 
 
 thorn, 
 And the burden you bear grow less? 
 
 A home — a cozy place 
 Shut in from the world's noise and care. 
 From whose altar faith wings a prayer 
 For abiding love and grace? 
 
 Have you a lily bed 
 
 Where at the close of a weary day 
 
 Your soul makes confession and loves to pray 
 
 And heaven and earth are wed? 
 
 Have you a crimson rose 
 
 From whose honeyed heart and passion divine 
 You find delights in the warm sunshine 
 And your spirit finds sweet repose? 
 
Sweet Reveries 
 
 D 
 
 I love to steal awhile away 
 
 From every business care, 
 And spend an hour at close of day 
 
 With sunset everywhere; 
 And hear the old owl in the tree 
 
 When all around is still, 
 And now and then, across the lea, 
 
 The lonely whip-poor-will. 
 
 'Tis then that memory wings her flight 
 
 Across a score of years, 
 And in the misty veil of night 
 
 A lovely form appears ; 
 Again we sit upon the stile, 
 
 Beneath the chestnut tree. 
 And heart communes with heart awhile. 
 
 In sweet affinity. 
 
 'Twas here while on our way from school. 
 
 Our tales of love we spun. 
 With fervency the years can't cool, 
 
 And constant as the sun ; 
 Here, pushing back an auburn curl, 
 
 I kissed her pure, white brow ; 
 I worshipped her, then but a girl — 
 
 I love an angel now. 
 
morning, noon and nidbt 
 
 D 
 
 There is beauty in the baby, 
 
 Yes, there's heaven in its eyes ; 
 
 It's a httle unfledged angel 
 
 That has wandered from the skies ; 
 
 It's a joy of boundless pleasure, 
 
 And, in fact, a real art treasure. 
 
 As it romps and laughs and cries. 
 
 See its funny pranks at creeping. 
 
 Oh, its first sweet tooth is peeping, 
 
 Yes, and did you hear it say those tender 
 
 words, "da, da"? 
 It is bliss and joy and sweetness. 
 It is wedded life's completeness. 
 It has crowned with love its papa and mama. 
 
 See the great accomplished master ; 
 
 Hail the hero of disaster ; 
 
 Strew fair garlands in the path of love and 
 
 charity ; 
 Kiss the tears from want and sorrow. 
 Plant a hope for each to-morrow. 
 And no trouble let us borrow. 
 For an hour of jollity. 
 
Carve the marble into beauty ; 
 Paint the charms of love and duty ; 
 Chant a melody or sing a merry glee ; 
 Tell to me love's old sv^eet story, 
 Give three cheers for dear ^'Old Glory", 
 Sound the praise of our great country of the 
 free. 
 
 By a large old-fashioned fireplace. 
 In whose soft and cheerful glow. 
 Sit a dear, old loving couple 
 As sweet memories comx and go; 
 They are dreaming of the hours, 
 When hope spanned the April showers, 
 And love spoke in springtime flowers, 
 On the zephyrs sweet and low ; 
 
 They have toiled for years together. 
 
 Through all kinds of stormy weather. 
 
 Yet their love remained as constant as of yore ; 
 
 Though their hands have oft been weary, 
 
 Hope has kept their pathway cheery. 
 
 Now in peace, they sit and wait the silent oar. 
 
wHft TRRORY OF CONGRESS