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 DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER 
 
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 There's a quaint old-fashioned cottage 
 
 'Midst the pine trees tall and fair, 
 Where the ibeauty of the flowers 
 
 With their fragrance fill the air, 
 And the mill-stream in the meadow 
 
 That flows gently on its way. 
 Brings to mind fond recollections 
 
 Of a mother old and gray. 
 
 Just picture a mother with kindly eyes 
 
 And a smile that was always true, 
 With a heart of gold that ne'er grew 
 cold 
 
 And was filled with love for you; 
 As the soft rays of twilight came 
 stealing 
 
 O'er the hills at the close of day. 
 She whispered a prayer to heaven 
 
 For the one who was far away. 
 
 In a quiet little churchyard, 
 
 'Neath a weeping willow tree. 
 Where the summer winds blow gently 
 
 Sleeps the one so dear to me; 
 Still in fancy I can see her 
 
 As she bade farewell to me. 
 Her spirit's ever near me, 
 
 As I sail upon life's sea. 
 
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f 0ur 3lnQ mh M^ 3fflag 
 
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 Your flag and my flag 
 
 The stars and stripes so true, 
 The flag they call Old Glory 
 
 The red, the white, the (blue. 
 It stands for freedom everywhere. 
 
 So may it proudly wave 
 From every home within our land 
 And o'er each heroes grave. 
 
 Your flag and my flag 
 
 For freedom's cause it flies 
 O'er land and sea, at home, afar 
 
 ^Neath many foreign skies. 
 It hears the mark of battles 
 
 And never knew disgrace. 
 It proudly floats with honor 
 
 From every holy place. 
 
 Oh„ flag of love and honor, 
 
 Mark every heroes grave 
 
 Who struck a blow in your defence 
 
 Against the Prussian knave. 
 The stars will be a compass 
 
 The stripes a road to peace. 
 Onward we will bear you 
 
 'Till roar of cannon cease. 
 
 ^ams l^apPH lag 
 
 There's a silver lining 
 
 In every darkened cloud 
 
 That finds its way into our lives, 
 
 And speaks in tones so loud. 
 
 Its mighty hard to understand 
 
 Just why it comes our way, 
 
 But we will find an answer 
 
 To our thoughts, "Some Happy Day. 
 
(©nig a Uolunt^^r 
 
 It moist have been great to be drafted 
 And hear the cheers of the throngs, 
 And march away from home and 
 friends 
 'Mld'st laughter, kisses and songs. 
 It must have been great to say good- 
 bye 
 To mother and sweethearts dear. 
 But I joined the colors and no one 
 knew, 
 I went as a VObUNTEEIR. 
 
 They paid the highest tribute 
 
 To those who were forced to go, 
 And share the burdens of Uncle Sam 
 
 In the hour of strife and woe. 
 They gave them banquets and suppers 
 
 And said they went without fear, 
 But never a thought did they give to 
 the man 
 
 rWho went as a VOLUNTEEIR. 
 
 Oft times I've talked with my (bunkie 
 
 And heard him speak of his home 
 Of his wife and kiddies now left alone 
 
 While he with the Regulars roam. 
 He sighs as he thinks of his loved ones 
 
 And brushes away a tear, 
 Yet he's proud of the day he enlisted 
 
 As only a VOLUNTBBR. 
 
 Again I try to figure out. 
 
 When the guns have ceased to roar, 
 'How much of the glory will go to those 
 
 Who were forced to enter the war. 
 No doubt they'll come back with glory 
 
 'Mid'st many a shout and cheer, 
 iBut after all Fm satisfied, 
 
 I'm only a VOLUNTEER. 
 
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 One thing I know is certain 
 
 We'll all fight side ^y side, 
 And show the world we're Yankees, 
 
 Whatever might 'betide. 
 And .when I tell the story 
 
 To those who care to hear, 
 I'll tell them all I went and came 
 
 As only a VODUNTEBR. 
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 Far away in the trenches a soldier 
 
 'boy lay, 
 His thoughts wandering home at the 
 
 close of day, 
 His sight growing dim, he whispers 
 
 a prayer 
 As the roar of the cannons fill the air. 
 Bravely he fought in the cold and the 
 
 rain 
 All wounded and sore and suffering 
 
 pain 
 That none but a hero from Old Glory's 
 
 shore 
 Could endure, thou they foujght 'till 
 
 the end of the war. 
 To a comrade close by he whispered 
 
 a name 
 With a smile that was golden to one 
 
 in such pain, 
 Just tell my dear mother that I stood 
 
 the test 
 And like all my comrades I did my 
 
 'best. 
 Just tell her I'm leaving 'twill make 
 
 her feel sad 
 Because she's aJone and I'm all she 
 
 had. 
 She bade me God speed, and well she 
 
 knew 
 I'd give up my life for the Red, White, 
 
 and Blue. 
 
(Hamruhts in ISisItt— ©nittittufji 
 
 All was silent except for the roar of 
 
 the guns 
 That chimed out the death knell to 
 
 murderous Huns. 
 The comrade knelt down by the side 
 
 of his friend, 
 He knew that young life was nearing 
 
 its end. 
 
 It was over, the life of a soldier had 
 fled 
 
 To ibe numibered along with the mil- 
 lions of dead. 
 
 He answered to roUcall in France that 
 night, 
 
 And his name will be listed with 
 "Comrades in Right." 
 
 L. 
 
 J(n Mtmar^ nf ^f rgeant Srimm 
 
 Battery "c" Eleventh Field Artillery 
 
 iHe was a soldier in our midst, 
 
 A man we all knew well. 
 (A smile was always on his face, 
 
 'Till by death's hand he fell. 
 While in the ranks he always spoke, 
 
 With voice (both stern and clear, 
 And e'en when death before him stood, 
 
 He showed no sign of fear. 
 True, he was; a U. iS. soldier, 
 
 With future bright ahead, 
 And he's still a U. S. soldier, 
 
 But sleeps with those now dead. 
 We'll lay him in a soldie'r grave. 
 
 Yet in our midst he'll stay. 
 We'll hear his voice and see him smile, 
 
 As in the Ibygone day. 
 Once more we'll hear the call of TAPIS, 
 
 A volley too we'll give, 
 In memory of our (Sergeant Broiwn 
 
 Who died; but yet he lives. 
 
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©0 M^ QIomrai^B 
 
 "Just a message to my comrades 
 
 It may helip to cheer them up 
 When the days seem long and cheer- 
 less 
 
 And they've filled their empty cup. 
 When they've did their bit in warfare, 
 
 Suffered more than words can tell." 
 Just think of other comrades 
 
 Who perhaps don't fare so well. 
 
 Have a smile for every hour, 
 
 'Have a word of love and cheer 
 For the ones who suffer with you. 
 
 And the helpless who are near. 
 Tho you did your bit of fighting 
 
 In the trenches "Over There' 
 (Still your task is not completed 
 
 If there's suffering anywhere. 
 
 Keep your mind both pure and holy, 
 
 Never let your spirit fall. 
 It shows (best when you are fighting 
 
 With your back against the wall. 
 You will meet with great temptations 
 
 But I pray you to beware 
 Lest in folly you are driven 
 
 To destruction and despair. 
 
 Well I know the weary hours 
 
 When the sick list has your name; 
 (If you show the marks of battle 
 
 Then the wounds are not of shame), 
 IGrod has given each man a duty 
 
 Which he must not cast aside. 
 He will guide you and protect you 
 
 If in 'Him you will abide. 
 
Think ye well of all the teachings 
 
 Of a mother, to her boy, 
 Of hopes and prayers, that sometime 
 
 You might be her light and joy. 
 And perhajps there is a sister 
 
 Who would shrink beneath the 
 shame, 
 If, by word, or deed, or action, 
 
 You would stain an honored name. 
 
 Perhaps a dear and loving wife 
 
 Is awaiting your return, 
 Would you heap hot coals of torture 
 
 That would cause her heart to ibum? 
 Or would you have your children 
 
 Know their daddy as a man 
 Who fought for love and freedom 
 
 In far off "NO MAiN'iS L(AN!D." 
 
 Be a man among your comrades 
 
 Help to win a righteous war, 
 If you shirk the slightest duty 
 
 God alone knows what's in store. 
 When days of strife are over 
 
 Whether you come back or not 
 (God will honor and reward you 
 
 Heroes names are not forgot. 
 
 —9- 
 
Matifn 
 
 This day let memories backward flee 
 To childhood days at mother's knee, 
 
 Where oft she whispered words of 
 love 
 Inspired by teachings from above. 
 
 Do not forget, that in her soul 
 There is a love more pure than gold, 
 
 And in her eyes a tender gleam 
 That always found a newer theme. 
 
 Remember too, a voice so dear 
 
 That seemed to drive away all fear, 
 Which thrilled your heart in days of 
 stress; 
 'Tis mother's name that you shou'd 
 bless. 
 
 And as the years passed slowly by 
 You often heard a deep drawn sigh 
 
 Arising from a weary heart 
 In which grim fate had played some 
 part. 
 
 Then once again do not forget 
 
 "Or else perchance you might re- 
 gret," 
 Words of advice to her dear boy, 
 That through this life he might find 
 joy. 
 
 Now you're a man, do you forget? 
 
 (If mother dear, is living yet 
 Or if beneath the sod she sleeps) 
 
 Remember, she, the harvest reaps. 
 
 —10- 
 
Matiftr—dlantmmh 
 And when afar from friends and home 
 You knew she thought of you alone, 
 And said a prayer for you each night 
 That God might keep you in the 
 right. 
 - 4 
 
 IHU &aut0ur 
 
 He stretches forth His arms to me, 
 
 The Saviour whom I love, 
 He's watching o'er me every day, 
 
 'From that Glory Home above. 
 And when I grieve His tender heart. 
 
 He does not turn me down, 
 He simply takes me by the hand, 
 
 And smooths away the frown. 
 
 • 
 
®J|^ Sprtttg 0f f nutlj 
 
 Amid the drifting scenes of life 
 There is a stream so fair, 
 And lo, the voice of Nature says, 
 "The spring of youth lies near." 
 It starts with just a tiny drop 
 From somewhere in the sky, 
 And e'er it stops, it gathers 
 Untold beauty, passing by. 
 
 It has no time for idleness 
 Each day brings something new. 
 Along its shores God's mighty hand 
 Has placed a heavenly view. 
 It shows to those who pass that way 
 The heights they should atain 
 And if they care to linger near 
 They would hear a sweet refrain. 
 
 In passing on the scene is changed. 
 
 Works of Nature stay behind. 
 
 And in their place false flowers bloom, 
 
 Youths' eyes are growing blind. 
 
 Their ears no longer hear the words, 
 
 The teachings of a heart 
 
 That fain would keep them in the 
 
 stream 
 Which for them was set apart. 
 
 With careless stroke they move 
 
 along 
 Forgetful of the shoals 
 That seem to clamor with delight 
 As the bell of warning tolls. 
 
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ulljf ^^ring of f nttlly— (Unntttturb 
 
 They hear it not, or do not heed, 
 And soon it is too late. 
 And with a wild despairing cry 
 They strike the rocks of fate. 
 
 Now See! It's just the strong that 
 
 fight 
 To gain once more the shore 
 That with a smile of idle jest 
 They left so long before. 
 They battle with the whirlpools, 
 Grimly holding to the straw 
 That would keep them on the surface, 
 Safe within God's holy law. 
 
 Then again we see the weaklings 
 Drifting on from bad to worse, 
 'Till at last they near the death falls 
 Which to them is but a curse. 
 They gaze with fear and sorrow 
 Back upon the "Spring of Youth" 
 Where the buds of nature blossoms 
 Into streams of love and truth. 
 
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BxKW ffiani, 3 IIou^ f ou 
 
 There's a spot way down in Dixie 
 
 Where the sweet magnolias bloom, 
 Where a sweetheart's waiting for me 
 
 Neath a golden southern moon. 
 Oft in fancy I can see her 
 
 As we wandered hand in hand, 
 Where the moonbeams kissed the 
 meadows, 
 
 Far away, in Dixie Land. 
 
 Dear old Dixie Land, I love you, 
 
 Tho I'm far away tonight. 
 Par away across the ocean 
 
 In a struggle for the right. 
 I can see your fields of cotton 
 
 And the blossoms white as snow, 
 I can see my dear old homestead 
 
 Where the Swanee river flows. 
 
 When this cruel war is over 
 
 I am going home again, 
 Where my sweetheart in the twilight 
 
 Softly sings a sweet refrain. 
 I will settle down forever 
 
 Never more I'll care to roam. 
 For my heart will find its treasure 
 
 In that dear old southern home. 
 
(Author Unknown) 
 
 Standing one day at the station, 
 I heard a young man say, 
 
 To a girl who was weeping softly, 
 "Good-bye, I'm going away." 
 
 I had never seen their faces- 
 May never see them again; 
 
 Yet the words the young man uttered, 
 Filled me with pity and pain. 
 
 I know that some heart will miss him, 
 
 Will ache at his going away; 
 And some home be sad and cheerless, 
 
 For many and many a day. 
 No matter how light my spirit 
 
 No matter how glad my heart — 
 When I hear those few words spoken, 
 
 The teardrops always start. 
 
 They are always so sad and solemn. 
 
 So filled with a lonely sound; 
 Like dead leaves rustling downward. 
 
 And falling upon the ground. 
 How I pity the naked branches, 
 
 When the skies are dull and gray, 
 And the last leaf whispers softly, 
 
 "Good-bye, I am going away." 
 
 In the dreary, fading Autumn, 
 
 The wings of the fleeing birds. 
 As they soar away to the Southland, 
 
 Seemi always to say these words. 
 Wherever they may be spoken. 
 
 They fall with a sob and a sigh, 
 And a heartache follows the sentence. 
 
 "I am going away, — good-bye?" 
 —(Selected) 
 
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iHnonltglit ott thit Slyttt? 
 
 When it's moonlight on the Rhine 
 And the boys are marking time, 
 They are thinking of their homes 
 across the sea. 
 Some in fancy, see tne mountains, 
 With their ever-running fountains. 
 And awaiting word that makes them 
 once more free. 
 
 Some see the fields of cotton, 
 
 And friends that's not forgotten, 
 And a mother waiting in a southern 
 home; 
 It would be such joy to greet her, 
 Clasp her hand and fondly kiss her, 
 It's no wonder that they want to 
 get back home. 
 
 Others see familiar spots, 
 
 Where they played when little tots, 
 And it seems so strange that they are 
 soldiers now. 
 All have stood the test together, 
 None could think of doing better, 
 Than the boys who crossed the sea 
 to end the row. 
 
 When Christmas bells are ringing. 
 
 And Santa Glaus is bringing 
 Bits of joy that never fail to make 
 life gay, 
 Do not let the joy be broken. 
 For the sake of some small token. 
 Let your thoughts be over there on 
 Christmas day. 
 
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A MtBBVL^ 0f SI0U0 
 
 "For God so loved the world, that 
 He gave His only begotten Son, that 
 whosoever believeth in Him should 
 not perish, but have everlasting life." 
 John 3-16. 
 
 God's love was meant for everyone, 
 He spread it far and near; 
 
 He meant that everyone should fee} 
 Its warmth, and have no fear. 
 
 He gives it freely, without cost. 
 Just ask and you'll receive; 
 
 The blessings that are free to all. 
 If you will but believe. 
 
 He cares for every bird that flies, 
 Much more. He'll care for you; 
 
 So come to Him ye weary ones. 
 And make your burdens few. 
 
 Just let Him take you by the han^ 
 And feel His touch of love; 
 
 He'll lead you to a better land. 
 That Heavenly home above. 
 
 And there, throughout eternity. 
 You'll walk the streets of gold; 
 
 You'll praise His name, because He 
 came. 
 And led you to His fold. 
 
Horn? 
 
 Once more the song of liberty, 
 
 Once more the great bell rings; 
 In every heart it now imparts, 
 
 A message as it swings; 
 To every one within our land, 
 
 And those upon the foam, 
 In notes so clear that all might hear, 
 
 "The boys are coming home." 
 
 The Liberty Boys are coming home, 
 
 And coming home to stay. 
 They showed their grit and did th<^ir 
 bit, 
 
 That's how they won the day. 
 With banners waving in the breeze. 
 
 They'll welcome once again. 
 The good old land, the dear old land 
 
 That never caused them pain. 
 
 Once more the cry of victory 
 
 In freedom's name we hear; 
 With colors bright the flag of right, 
 
 Will dry each fallen tear. 
 We call the flag Old Glory, 
 
 It waves from every homej 
 That good old flag, that dear old flag, 
 
 Will bring the boys back home. 
 
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A Bixlhwfsi ^Kpnxmtt 
 
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 If I could have the whole wide world, 
 With the wealth that it would hold; 
 
 I'd be unhappy every day, 
 I lived outside God's fold. 
 
 True, I would have the many things, 
 That go to make life gay, 
 
 But I would miss the sunshine of 
 His love each passing day. 
 
 I've tried them both, and laid aside 
 The life that made me glad; 
 
 I've struggled in the darkness, 
 'Till my very heart was sad. 
 
 My soul cries out in anguish. 
 The hot tears dim my eyes; 
 
 When e'er I seek and fail to find, 
 The pathway to the skies. 
 
 If Christ would give me back the love 
 That one time filled my heart. 
 
 My cup of joy would overflow, 
 From Him I ne'er would part. 
 
 This night I feel Him hovering near, 
 "Some one has said a prayer," 
 
 He sets my troubled heart at ease, 
 I see Him everywhere. 
 
 Oh, take my life and bless it, 
 Of me make what You will; 
 
 Through endless ages guide me, 
 To me say, "Peace, be still." 
 
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MnpU iFau^fi 
 
 There is never any cotton 
 
 Or orange blossoms there, 
 It's far away from Dixie land, 
 
 My Canada, so fair. 
 There are trees of wondrous beauty, 
 
 Waving gently in the breeze; 
 The one I love the best of all, 
 
 Is decked with "Maple Leaves," 
 
 Could I travel back to childhood, 
 
 Where I spent life's golden hours, 
 'Neath an ivy-covered cottage 
 
 In the midst of trees and flowers; 
 I would never, never leave it, 
 
 I would call it home, sweet home, 
 Where the maple trees are waving — 
 
 My old Canadian Home. 
 
 I'm serving 'Neath the Stars and 
 Stripes, 
 
 But Canada's my home. 
 My thoughts are for you every day, 
 
 No matter where I roam. 
 And when this war is over, 
 
 I will gaze across the foam, 
 Where a _sweetheart's waiting for me, 
 
 In my old Canadian home. 
 
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®I|at mh Hint? §ott9 of 
 Soti9 A90 
 
 When twilight shades are falling 
 
 I sit and think of you, 
 And of the golden past dear, 
 
 When hearts were young and true. 
 That song you always used to sing, 
 
 Comes floating back to me, 
 And there among the roses, dear 
 
 I hear a melody. 
 
 That old love song of long ago 
 
 Is ringing in my ears, 
 It drives away sad memories 
 
 And keeps away the tears. 
 It makes my love grow stronger, 
 
 As time rolls slowly on, 
 I think I hear you sweetheart. 
 
 Sing to me that old love song. 
 
 Remember in the garden, 
 
 The roses were in bloom? 
 You picked one faded flower, 
 
 Whose fragrance fled too soon. 
 You asked me, if in years to come 
 
 My love would fade away; 
 I took you gently in my arms. 
 
 You heard me softly say. 
 
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Slyat Mtltah^ taf Hour 
 
 I love to sit at twilight 
 
 When the lights are burning low, 
 And hear you sing that melody 
 
 With a voice so sweet and low. 
 It takes me back to sweetheart days, 
 
 And the brook where oft we stood, 
 And listened to the music. 
 
 Of the birds within the wood. 
 
 O, that melody of love. 
 
 Comes floating o'er the breeze, 
 And whispers words of sweetest love. 
 
 From out among the trees. 
 It reminds me "of the words you said, 
 
 As you gave your heart to me, 
 I love you more than words can tell. 
 
 Is the theme of that melody. 
 
 In sadness now I'm sitting. 
 
 Close beside the garden wall. 
 Where the ivy clin^js so closely. 
 
 And the night birds give their call. 
 My heart is almost breaking, 
 
 For I think I hear again. 
 That song you always used to sing, 
 
 With such a sweet refrain. 
 
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 •Send a little smile of greeting 
 
 To your loved ones over there, 
 Where the shot and shells like hail- 
 stones 
 
 !Falling, bursting everywhere. 
 Throw a kiss into the camera 
 
 "T\vill (be shown upon the screen, 
 When the boys return from battle 
 
 And are resting in between. 
 
 Just a smile, a kiss, a loving look 
 
 lA iwaving of the hand, 
 And a million men across the sea 
 
 Will make a nobler stand. 
 The face of dear old mother 
 
 Or a daddy old and gray 
 Will soon bring Iback an answer 
 
 From the boy so far away. 
 
 Let them know that you are waiting 
 
 Praying for their safe return, 
 Let them know that in their homeland 
 
 Loving hearts forever yearn. 
 When the last shot has been fired 
 
 And peace reigns everyiwhere, 
 You will then receive your answer 
 
 From the smiles sent 'lOver There.*' 
 
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irfamtng 
 
 I sit alone as twilight shades 
 
 Are slowly creeping down 
 )And find my thoughts are wandering 
 To an old New England town. 
 
 I can hear the lakes and rivers 
 iWith a voice that's most serene 
 
 ■Calling me, from out their shadows 
 To their mossy banks so green 
 
 Once again I hear the music 
 
 Of some good old melody 
 iFloating o'er the moon-light waters 
 
 With the siweetest harmony. 
 
 Ah, the memory of those bye gone 
 days, 
 
 Makes hours seem like years, 
 While thoughts of my old sweetheart 
 
 Fill my eyes with burning tears, 
 
 iShe it was 'who made life sunshine 
 Turned the dark clouds inside out, 
 
 Made the winter days like summer 
 Eased a mind of hopeless doubt. 
 
 Could I live to see the ending 
 
 Of a world of hated war 
 I would flee to my old sweetheart 
 
 Whom I left so long before. 
 
 I would tell her that I missed her 
 As the flowers miss the dew, 
 
 And through all the days of waiting 
 1 had kept my promise true. 
 
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 I would see her smile of welcome, 
 See the love-likght in her eyes, 
 iFeel her tender kiss of greeting 
 With a note of glad surprise. 
 
 I would see, but not in fancy 
 All the spots I used to knaw, 
 
 Where I wandered with my siweetheart 
 In the days so long ago. 
 
 I would see the lakes and rivers 
 With their mossy banks so green, 
 
 I would answer to the calling 
 Of their voices most serene. 
 
 And the music on the water 
 I would hear with greater charm 
 
 Telling of a love completed 
 iCrowned with gladness, not alarm. 
 
 But alas its only fancy 
 
 We are far apart tonight. 
 She with friends to love and care for, 
 
 Me, a soldier for the right. 
 
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(§\xn tlj^ (Hap iF0r ffitortg 
 
 "Over the top" the order reads; 
 
 "E'er dawn the morning ibreaks,' 
 lAnd crown yourselves with glory; 
 
 Over the top for liberty's sake. 
 
 Such was the order that caused the 
 stir. 
 The buckling on of saber and spur 
 The looking to arms, the cleaning of 
 guns 
 That death be dealt to murderous 
 Huns. 
 
 Some thought of mother, and if they 
 fell 
 No truer heart had wished them well 
 Some thought of sweethearts far ever 
 the sea 
 And longed at their side that hour 
 to be. 
 
 iSome thought of God and whispered 
 a prayer* 
 That travelled afar on the crisp 
 morning air. 
 It filled them with courage to enter 
 the fray 
 And drive back the Prussians that 
 glorious day. 
 
 Ah true, some went forth and did not 
 return 
 Their loved ones at home for them 
 now will yearn, 
 While others lay wounded on fields 
 painted red. 
 With the blood of their comrades, 
 true heroes: but dead. 
 
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r 
 
 In the onrush I lingered, I heard some- 
 one say, 
 Give this to my mother when I've 
 passed away, 
 "Tell her," he said, "not to wait for me 
 That I died like a soldier for liberty. 
 
 There's a picture enclosed of her 
 only boy 
 Who was always proud to be called 
 her joy. 
 Just see that she gets it is all I ask. 
 The young life passed out fulfilling 
 its task. 
 
 "Twas a battle well fought and brave 
 ly won 
 It called for the courage of every 
 one. 
 Of this history will tell In future years 
 "Twill be written in blood and 
 mothers tears." 
 
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l^iutt 
 
 Peace, just a simple word, and yet 
 It means so much today. 
 It brings to every heart and home 
 A joy that long has been unknown. 
 And seemed so far away. 
 
 Long have we prayed for this glad day, 
 And have we prayed in vain? 
 Or, had we given up as lost 
 And fought it out at any cost 
 What would have been our gain? 
 
 God very kindly dealt with us, 
 
 But they across the sea 
 
 Have fared far worse, but still they 
 
 prayed 
 And when in strife were not dismayed, 
 They fought for Liberty. 
 
 Peace meant so very much to them. 
 Home, friends, and mothers dear, 
 And could we gaze on Belgluma shore 
 Where soil was drenched with hu- 
 man gore 
 Me-thinks we'd shed a tear. 
 
 Or could we travel on to Prance 
 Where millions fought and fell, 
 And with their ibacks against the wall 
 The Frenchmen swore to give their all 
 For peace, and they did well. 
 
 And in the heart of Italy 
 Where Rome so proudly stands. 
 When Teuton lords stood at her gate 
 And all seemed lost by tricks of fate, 
 God held peace in His hand. 
 
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 ppar?— QlnntimteJi 
 Yes, England suffered; not alone, 
 Her colonies so true 
 Gave their hearts best to Motherland, 
 And tho the sacrifice was great 
 Their courage ever grew. 
 
 We, of this great United States 
 Born neath the Stars and Stripes, 
 Taught to be loyal and true to all. 
 Ready when e'er the weak might call 
 For help, to gain their rights. 
 
 The whole world called, but not In 
 
 vain, 
 And when the moment came, 
 The sacrifice was not too great 
 And in our hearts we held no hate. 
 Nor did we seek for fame. 
 
 We sought to build a newer world, 
 
 Our task is near complete, 
 
 With God, who led us through our 
 
 tears. 
 Our troops went forth, and had no 
 
 fears. 
 
 And did not once retreat. 
 
 Ah, yes, great lessons have been 
 
 taught. 
 And we shall ne'er forget 
 When e'er a star of gold is seen 
 'Twill bring to mind 9, spot so green; 
 But we have paid our defbt. 
 
 Fresh seed is sown, and from the soil 
 Where brave men fought and died, 
 Hope shall arise, and future years 
 Will never know war's bitter tears; 
 In peace we shall abide. 
 
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Mtn % War 
 
 Off with your hats, let a cheer fill the 
 
 air, 
 
 Raise the flag of the nation on high. 
 
 The gallant and ibrave like heroes of 
 
 old 
 
 Crowned with glory, are ojassing by. 
 
 Give way to the mothers and sweet- 
 hearts 
 That seek for their loved ones so 
 dear, 
 
 For some, there will be no fond greet- 
 ing. 
 
 While others will meet with a cheer. 
 
 Others will look with tear-dimmed 
 eyes 
 At an empty sleeve or a uniform 
 That passed through rivers of human 
 blood. 
 And gazed on by Germans with 
 scorn. 
 
 Slowly, so slowly they're now passing 
 by. 
 They're weary and foot-sore and sad, 
 And not near as haippy as when yester- 
 day 
 They left with their hearts feeling 
 glad. 
 
 Their ranks have been shattered and 
 broken 
 It seems they have just passed 
 through hell. 
 Could you find a greater devotion 
 For Old Glory, than one who fought 
 well? 
 
 So give to the dead of our nation 
 
 A monument not built with tears. 
 But of hearts that were broken with 
 sorrow, 
 And will not 'be healed in life's 
 years. 
 
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BMmUh to tl|0 Mm of tl|^ 
 Nattottal Army 
 
 So much has been said of the Volun- 
 teer 
 
 That I think its only fair, 
 To say a word for the drafted man, 
 
 Both here and "over there." 
 Supposing they didn't all volunteer. 
 
 It was not expected they should, 
 But now they are training in earnest 
 
 It shows they are noble and good. 
 
 There are reasons why they waited 
 
 !And did not volunteer, 
 When Uncle Sam decided, 
 
 To pull the Kaiser's ear; 
 It had not dawned on many 
 
 That we were in the fray 
 But when their eyes were opened 
 
 They were ready to march away. 
 
 The manhood of the thousands 
 
 Is showing every day 
 That they can stand the hardships 
 
 In any sort of way. 
 They are_soldiers, strong and sturdy 
 
 And when they cross the sea 
 They will scatter every German 
 
 And set all Nations free. 
 
 Again let all remember 
 
 That each has home and friends, 
 Sweethearts, wives and mothers, 
 
 That someone must defend. 
 And if they do the best they can. 
 
 What difference does it make 
 If they are Volunteers or not, 
 
 While honor is at stake. 
 
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 S?atrat?& In tljf Mm of tlje National 
 Armg— (DnnttmifJi 
 
 It will not make much difference 
 
 When we all get "over there" 
 Of how we joined the Army, 
 
 iSo long as we get there. 
 We will every one be comrades 
 
 Each doing our little hit, 
 And volunteers or drafted 
 
 Be there with the Yankee grit. 
 
 We will every one be Yankees 
 
 When its time to scale the top, 
 And push our way cross "No Man's 
 Land" 
 
 While the air is filled with shot. 
 And in the "midst of Battle" 
 
 No hearts will he more true 
 Than those of the "Drafted Army" 
 
 And the "Old Red, White and Blue. 
 
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^tititnttb in the ^txihxtxs nt tk« 
 
 They came to the iMexican Border 
 Fresh from the cities and farms 
 
 Itching to get into action 
 Hoping to march under arms. 
 
 They drilled when the heat was most 
 trying, 
 They groomed when the horses were 
 wet, 
 Hiking in mountins and valleys 
 With never a whimper or fret. 
 
 It's well nigh a year since they started 
 To sOidier among cactus and sticks. 
 
 iAnd now they are well acquainted 
 With old soldiers' ways and their 
 tricks. 
 
 We are glad they have been among us, 
 Happy to call them our friends; 
 
 Their manhood shoiwed they were sol- 
 diers; 
 True, and loyal to the utmost ends. 
 
 We have seen them depart, our hearts 
 
 felt sad. 
 
 We know where the journey will end 
 
 With a happy good-bye they marched 
 
 away. 
 
 Their loved ones at home to defend. 
 
 If they trust in the God of their 
 fathers 
 Victory will be their reward; 
 When peace to the whole world is 
 given, 
 They'll hang up the victor's sword. 
 
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Srdtrated to tt;r ^olitUra of tl^s olpntt; 
 3FirUi ArtaUt^—dlantmntb 
 
 Now, men of the Tenth, be soldiers 
 As good "Over There" as here; 
 
 Uphold j^our country's traditions 
 And the flag you have ever held 
 dear. 
 
 €k^ ^itgm^ af tli« J^ilj:eirtg ^itnit 
 
 L 
 
 L Is for liberty, love and life, 
 
 I Is insurance needed in strife, 
 
 B Is for bonds hear Uncle Sam's 
 
 call, 
 E Is for eagle greater than all, 
 R Is for right which you must uphold, 
 T Is for truth taught by men of old, 
 Y Is for you and the young of our 
 
 land, 
 May each be led iby God's mighty 
 
 hand. 
 
 (B Is for brighter days ahead, 
 
 O Is for onward and never be led, 
 
 N Is for now and here is the rhyme, 
 
 D Is for duty now and all time. 
 
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 S Is for stamps the war saving kind, 
 
 T Is for thrift keep that in your mind, 
 
 A Is to ask and you will receive, 
 
 R Is for right in which you believe, 
 
 S Is for stars that shine in the sky; 
 
 N Gleam in Old Glory which never 
 iD shall die. 
 
 Is for saving, our country's need 
 Is for time, each one should take 
 
 heed. 
 Is for reason, we all understand, 
 It's indorsed, but the best in our 
 
 land, ^'^ 
 Is for iPresident, staunch and true. 
 Is entreaty, he is calling for you, 
 Is for stripes of red, white and blue 
 Which makes up old glory; pro- 
 tecting you. 
 
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®tjp mh mh ^m 
 
 The old year fades, and as it goes 
 It leaves memories both fond and 
 sad 
 And as the shadows gather round the 
 closing hour 
 Deep within our hearts we know 
 that we are glad. 
 
 For years we've watched the old year 
 go 
 And with the dawning of the new, we 
 Raised our tear dimmed eyes to God 
 that He in mercy 
 Might once more descend, and set 
 His people free. 
 
 The door that long has blocked our 
 way 
 Is battered down, and we no long- 
 er hear 
 The wailing of an outraged world, for 
 in our ears 
 A gentle voice, "Peace on earth this 
 glad new year." 
 
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COPYRIGHTED 1919 
 By BERTRAM DOW TITUS