Or come you home of Monday Come you home a hero, Or come not home at all; Your friends by field and town. Oh, town and field will mind you Till Ludlow tower is down. A. E. HOUSMAN THE DAY OF BATTLE 'FAR I hear the bugle blow To call me where I would not go, 'But since a man that runs away Lives to die another day, And cowards' funerals, when they come, Are not wept so well at home, 'Therefore, though the best is bad, A. E. HOUSMAN A BALLAD OF HEROES BECAUSE you passed, and now are not— Was blown of ancient airs away— Because you perished-must men say Your deeds were naught, and so profane Your lives with that cold burden? Nay, The deeds you wrought are not in vain. Though it may be, above the plot No, for while yet in tower or cot The sordid cares-of cities gray; ENVOY Heroes of old! I humbly lay The laurel on your graves again; Whatever men have done, men may— The deeds you wrought are not in vain. AUSTIN DOBSON THE BRAVEST OF THE BRAVE 'MID the flower-wreathed tombs I stand Comrades! in what soldier-grave Is it he who sank to rest With his colors round his breast? One low grave, yon trees beneath, Never gleamed a prouder eye Than are hid within this tomb Youth and beauty, dauntless will, Turning from my comrades' eyes, I strew lilies on the grave Of the bravest of the brave. THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON STAND BY THE FLAG STAND by the Flag! Its stars, like meteors gleaming, Have lighted Arctic icebergs, southern seas, And shone responsive to the stormy beaming Of old Acturus and the Pleiades. Stand by the Flag! Its stripes have streamed in glory, And spread in rhythmic lines the sacred story Stand by the Flag! On land and ocean billow With their last blessing, passed it on to you. Stand by the Flag! Immortal heroes bore it Through sulphurous smoke, deep moat and armed defence; And their imperial Shades shall hover o'er it, A guard celestial from Omnipotence. JOHN NICHOLS WILDER |