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Onward in pride came the German hordes _ Boastful in ruthless might- ' you cannot pass," said the noble French "France will uphold the right " ' ^'"sfnf.'r f"">*''s did the dastard Huns Struggle to reach their goal- "Pr^^^T* """•■' ^'^ "" ^«"le™ French, France has regained her soul." Becklessly, ceaselessly came the foej _ Calmly the French replied. You must not pass o'er the Verdun hills : Vain IS your boastful pride. ' "Hon^r, and justice, and home, and truth We will defend from you; ' F™nli°°-,iT' '° *■" t«"*i°S hour France will be strong and true. %l^"satrae;;';r« ''«™ *» "^"o """!f»itt'^'.,^'■i"'»^"y ^''^Kht the French: Th^^^7"^ ""^ ^"°» *ey •""•■led, 'xrfr?r.irwX-~- ^"-^ »'-<> TBI nun AHKBIOANS TO DIE Bona of America, fearless and free, Four of them lie aide by aidf in one grave j Firat of her heroea to die there in France; Fighting for liberty their Uvea they gave. Bravely they battled, and dnuntlesaly died, Honored the earth ia that lies on each breaat; Weeping, but proud of their valorous dead Comrades have tenderly laid them to rest. Lovingly o'er them the "tricolor" waves Close to "Old Glory" to say to the world, "Till we have triumphed o'er despotic might, We fly together for freedom unfurled." Ended the service — a leader of France Said, "In the name of my country I give Honor and thanks to these heroes who died Fighting so bravely that justice may live." "Farewell true noblemen. Your death will bind Your land and my land forever for right; We by your grave looking up to God's aky, Pledge that in brotherhc .1 we will unite. "Sound the 'Last Post.' They will hear o'er the sea. And its sad message o'er valley and hill Will wake men's souls, and they'll prove to the world That in America freemen live still." 30 M LOOU Lover of liberty anaweriog duty Proudly he went, and hi> ucrifloe made; Killed there in Kemmel be.ide the green mountain, Yonder m Locre hii body wa< laid. Long it haa lain there ueneath the old lilac- There by the side of the ehurch i. hi, grave- Long have we mourned him, yet proudly remfmbe^d That he went bravely true freedom to .ave. Now there in Loere the fierce battle rages- Hand to hand fightmg from dawn light to eve glow, Shnekmg of shell lir. from eve glow to daL Six Hmes has Locre been lost and retaken nv.r k'"" *™"v''^ "' '"'' '•"•*" ""'«' by our foesj Overhs grave by the church side they struggle. But he sleeps on in his well earned repose God of battles! For Thee our brave heroes Wak^'Ji^. f°"*" """^ "" """^"'y have died; Wake all the nations, reveal the great visions Taught by the Lowly One men crucified AT BAT Hordes of Huns savagely Bushed to the fray; Lovers of liberty Held them at bay. British, Americans, Frenchmen were they, Who on the "Western front' Held them at bay. Olorioualy, gallantly Day after day God's splendid noblemen Held them at bay. "Come," said they, fearlessly, "We're here to stay; Beady to die for right We stand at bay. "Despots can never drive Freemen away; Justice and right must live; We stand at bay." So the unconquered stood Intrepidly, Hurling the fierce Huns back; Nobly at bay. 4t Cbivtiroul, valoroni, R«*olute, they "Baolu to the wall" itood there; Dauntleu at bay. Heroea all I Honor them I For them we pray ; Qod blew them, and keep them Safe there at bay. "OVn TBI TOP" 0, Molly; How I long to aee you amile, And stand with you upon our hill awhile. My heart is often there at eve with you To let you hear its love-beat say, "I'm true." And hear you sweetly answer, "Dear I know," And with you watch the western's sky's red flow. 0, Molly darling, at the dawn of light Tomorrow, we go "O'er the top" to fight. And, as we go, I'll think of you, my own. And in the charge I will not be alone. I will be conscious, dear, of God and you, And fearlessly my duty then I'll do. AH mOLUH YOLUHTUE A num of forty-five came in, And wid, "M»y I anliatt" Hi» eyen were red, and itill he tried To wipe iwiy tear miat. "It'i cfcilly, air, today," he aaid, "It makea my old eyea drip; I've 'ad a letter, «ir, from 'ome. My wife,"— he bit hia lip— "My wife writea, you muat fight the 'una We've 'ad an air raid 'ere, And your poor mother 'as been Icilled"; Again he dropped a tear. "That 'orrid wind! it makw 'em leak. I came out to the States To make a 'ome for wife j but now She aaya that all my mates "At 'ome in England have gone off The blooming 'una to fight. And 'elp to save the world, she says. For freedom, 'ome, and right." "She saya, 'The Kiddies, Jack, and I Will be all right, you know. For I am strong, and I will work, So, Jack, you'll 'ave to go. " 'They killed your mother, Jack, thoae 'uni, I can't be 'appy, Jack, Until you wear the uniform; So I am going back "The wife is right, I must enlist, I 'ope you'll pass me, too, I think you'll find my body strong; I know my 'art is tme. "For mother dear, and motherland; For wife and kiddies too, I'll go across the briny, and My duty I will do. "And, when the war is over, sir, I will come back again. And bring the wife and kiddies too To live 'ere with me then. "I love the grand old 'Union Jack,' I love 'Old Glory,' too; I know those flags forevermore Will be to freedom true." (In a recruiting office in the United States) 44 OBAK >rATHEB'8 JQST PBIDE 0, yes! It was my grandson, It was his second flight In France, and he was flying High in the bright sunlight. When suddenly three Germans Dropped from the clouds, but he Flew at them gallant hearted And fought the German three. Down went the first bright flaming, Down went the second, too j But then a German bullet His manly breast pierced through. He fainted, and his trusted plane Fell headlong towards the ground. The rapid fall aroused him; He woke and looked around. He saw the British trenches; He got control again, And glided till he landed Behind the lines, and then His brave, true life seemed ended ; Insensible he lay. Till stretcher bearers found him. And carried him away. He did not die. He's living In Iowa with me. He's getting stronger quickly, And says he soon will be Quite ready to go flying Again beyond the sea, To do his chosen duty To help to make men free. O, yes! of course I'm proud, sir. Mine was a fighting race; I have no fear my grandson Will ever bring disgrace To either home or country. Or to the Allied cause; He'll bravely fight for justice. For truth and righteous laws. 46 WELL DONE, TBXO I hear that you go soon to France, Fred's father, my old comrade, said; I wish you'd visit my boy's grave, And standing there say, "Well done, Fred." I promised him. I found the grave. And on it tenderly I shed A loving tear, and with heart full Of sympathy said, "Well don;, Fred." Unselfishly you left your home By consciousness of duty led; You nobly fought in freedom's cause And earned the tribute — "Well done, Fred." For liberty you died — nay, lived. And still will live — ^you are not dead. Around me now I seem to hear The angels singing, "Well done, Fred." I look away beyond the clouds That sail in glory o'er my head. And on the western wind I hear His homeland message — "Well done, Fred. T01IH7 AIDHS, JACK OAITOOK, AKD SAMH7 Tom and Jack met Sam in France, And welcomed him one day; They grasped hia hand, and gripped it hard, And cheered— "Hooray I Hooray I "We've waited for you, Sam," they said, "We're glad to see you here; We're freedom's sons of one old stock, So let us all three cheer." And cheer they did, and then said Tom, "We've had some scraps of yore. But bygones long are bygones. Our scrapping days are o'er. "And Britons shake your honest hand, And welcome you with joy. We're glad to fight till freedom wins, Brave Sam, with you old boy." Said Jack, "Dear consin, we have had Misunderstandings, too. But for a hundred years, and more "We've lived in peace with you. "And as we flght for home and right Against the ruthless foe, Our hearts together bound by love. Will ever closer grow." ■f Then Cammy said, "I thank you both, I'm with you till we win; I'm proud to claim you as my friends. For we are surely kin. "One God we love, one faith we hold. One freedom we defend; With our great heritage of pluck We'll conquer in the end. Then hand in hand in sacred tones They pledged fidelity. And said, "Through all the coming years True brothers we will be." ik VETEBANS BLUK AMD OBAT They stood together on the street, Their old hearts beating fast, And watched the stalwart soldier boys So proudly marching past. Their memories recalled the day Near sixty years ago, When they had marched through cheering crowds To meet an unknown foe. "I went when Lincoln called," said one, "To make my country free." "I went to fight for freedom, too," The other said, "with Lee." "Men never fought more bravely than The blue and gray did then," Said they, "Their sons in freedom's cause Will prove that they are men. "For comrades now undauntedly Our boys in freedom's light Go forth for God and liberty For justice, home and right. "And North and South — one nation now With all true men unite To save democracy, and teach Mankind no more to fight; "That all the earth may understand Christ's all embracing plan. And make the dream of ages true;— The brotherhood of man." CHRIST OM THE BDINEO WALL IN TPXES There stood the fine cathedral Beside the grand Cloth Hall Now it is dust and ashes, But one small bit of wall Is still unharmed, and on it Christ's statue stands alone; His calm, true face still glowing With love for all His own. The Prussians did not spare it A due respect to show. For they despise Christ's teaching. And aim to overthrow His basis of true freedom. His law of righteousness; And ridicule the lessons He taught, mankind to bless. Each soul may give its answer. But there it stands today, And from their homes in cellars The Belgians come to pray Before it. Sef one kneeling A little girl, there now; Down on the dust and ashes She kneels to make her vow. And prays for faith to strengthen. And for the soldiers true. That they may have Christ's guidance In all they try to do. Dare any sneer or mock herf Dare any one deny That simple faith has taught her She must on Christ rely? BB-DUOOWUNO OHBUT Efficiency the Oennan God Began to rule mankind; Foul aelflshnesa dwarfed human loula And made men's spirits blind. The love of base material things Destroyed the vital power, Of higher, dearrr vision, till The re-awakiug hour, When robber Huns contemptuously Christ's basic truths denied. And with imperilous insolence The Christian world defied. But Christians nations, unified For freedom, honor, right. Arose with Christian chivalry To check the rule of might. And men have re-discovered Christ, And learned to see the good In all mankind, and love the law Of human brotherhood. And we will prove that we can be Efficient Christians, when The war is won — ^not heathens base^ And love our fellowmen. WHZN OtIB BOYS OOMS BACK "War brutslizea, and our boya, When they come back again Will all have lost their kindlineu, And changed to brutal men. "War makes men hard and selfish, Our boys of gentleness Will come with ruthless hearts and be Ruled by base selfishness." 0, no! Our boys will be more true More tender and sincere, More conscious of their brothers' rights With vision true and clear. They fight not for themselves. They fight To make men truly free; They fight for babes and womanhood; They cannot selfish be. They fight to make the innocent Prom evil more secure; Their fight against impurity Will make their lives more pure. The boys who dare the rain of fire Their dying chums to bless, ' Will come with hearts aflame with God And deeper tenderness. The boyi who nrely went to ohnrch, Bnt, H their oomrade* die, Pray a heart prayer, have learned the way To life more true and high. The boyi who fight for right muit feel Life'i higher dettiny, The boya who fight for womanhood Ijeam Chriatian chivalry. The boya who bravely climb the heighta To meet the lavage Hon, Will come with faith in God and right When freedom haa been won. The boya who aing, when facing death Of mother and of Sue, The aweet old songa of honke and love. Are men divinely true. The boya who, when they leave the trench To meet the Huna in fight. Sing, "Ood our help in ages paat," Will come with aoula alight. S* MAOB tMUVa BY LOVI "You have three ioim," I Mid, "Ton ibould ipare two; They wiah to join the ranka, Let them big trne." "I love my wni too well, My fine young eons, To let them go to die Murdered by Hunt." "Thouundi have gone," I said, "Duty to doi Their mothers love their loni Tenderly, too." "They do not love their sona, Aa much aa I Love mine. If mine were killed, Then I would die." "Tbeir'e ia a higher love Than youra can be; Service to God and man. Their love can see." "I'm knitting socks, and so I'm serving, too; That is enough for us, 'Tis all we'll do." "You urve in your own way, But why rettrain Your •cm who clearly see Their duty plaint" Then apoke her eldeat son. "Mother," said he "Knitting is not enough — Christ died for me. "All that He taught is now Threatened by Huns, Yet you refuse to let Your willing sons "Fight against despots base For God and right. For home, for truth, and peace With freedom's light. "I should be ready now To show that I Am willing in Christ's cause To bravely die. "Love without service dwarfs. It cannot bless; Love without sacrifice Is selfishness. |i "Hothen who cannot no Upon the height Ood'i guiding hand, have lo»t Love's glowing light. "I am Ood'i ion, and man 'a Not youn alone: I repreaent Ood here; I am my own. "I am reaponsible To Ood for power He eave, which I should use In this great hour. "So mother, I mut go. With coward's heart Life would be bittemeaa; I'll do my part. "My brothers, too, intend To go with me To fight for you, and help To make men free. "If we come not again, Mather, to you. You will remember that Your sons were true." OHBIBT-LIXE HZK E'en some of thoae who stay at home, And do not dare for Christ to die, Speak of the soldier 'a wickedness. And shake their heads with tearful eye. 0! base, ignoble, torpid souls, Unkindled minds with narrow view; Who doubt salvation for the men Who die for Christ as heroes true I The soldiers may not talk of Christ, But better far they try to do Their duty as true Christian men. Can this be said, v^in men, of yout Christ left his home the world to save. The soldier sailed across the sea Away from home and friends, that he Might fight for Christ to make men free. Christ knew not where to lay His head When weary. So the soldier lies In trench or on the battlefield With face exposed to frowning skies. Christ suffered hunger for mankind. So the brave soldier suffers, too, From hunger through long days and nights To save your liberty for you. 58 Chrigt faced the mystery of death, And agonized for you and me; The aoldier nobly faces death, And anguish of Gethsemane. Christ willingly laid down His life. That through His death all men may see The glory of His mrfect love, And learn man? highest destiny. The soldiers, too, lay down their lives, As freely as on Calvary Christ died. They die in sacred cause For justice, right, and liberty. They Uve like Christ— like Christ they die. They loving service do for men. Their fellowship of suffering With Christ, v..! make them live again. 59 MORE DZOBADDia THAH WAS When war is waged for selfish aims; Or settlement of rival claims; Or when ambition to be great Pills souls with bitterness and hate; Or when a despot ruthlessly Dares to destroy man's liberty; Then war is wrong, degrading, base, A monstrous crime against the race. But there are things in human life More base than even war's fierce strife. When conscience-power has decayed ; When truth and justice are betrayed; When men lack moral force to fight Against aggression's frenzied might; When they have lost the vital force Impelling souls to nobler eonrse; When they would barter right for peace, "Though justice die and honor cease; Then souls have lost the guiding light That leads men upward to truth's height. Christ taught men to be true and strong To fight for right against the wrong. And yet base cravens dare to use His name, when they to fight refuse. When in religion's sacred name Objectors try to hide the shrine Of coward hearts that will not fight For freedom, justice, home, and light. Such state of mind and heart is worse Than war their souls to blight and curse. TBIUUPHANT DEMOOSAOT I saw the German army Just as the war began. Three days I saw them marching To carry out the plan. Made through long years by selfish And savage despots who Planned to destroy man's freedom, And all that Christ made true. I saw the noble Belgians Who dared to block the way Against the fierce invaders Who sought the world to sway; Who scorned the Kaiser's offer To sell their souls for gold, And taught him that true freemen Can not be bought nor sold. I saw the gallant Frenchmen On guard along their line Boused by a valiant spirit Unknown beyond the Bhine. I saw their glance of valor In France's darkest days, And knew they'd die for honor Thrilled by the Marseillaise. I saw tho Ctordoiu landing In France one epoch day, When Scotch and French were comrades j And worthy comrades they. They sang with Highland ardor, Ab they marched proudly paat, "01 God, be thou our helper Against the stormy blast." I saw the English gather In London for the fray. Beady to die for justice Calmly they marched away> Their country's call fli>;y answered, They saw their duty clear; Grandly they proved the falseness 01 the proud Kaiser's sneer. And Irishmen came gladly In freedom's sacred name To fight for King and Empire With Irish hearts aflame. Old enemies united. X''rom North and South they came To stand or fall together With but a single aim. 62 I aaw the first Canadians Train on Valvartier's field, And knew that, when their test came. No foe conld make them yield. Forceful were they and fearless, Qentle, and kind, and true; Men of strong faith, went ready Great deeds for right to do, 1 saw the men responding In the United States, When called to drive the boastful Foemen from Freedom's gates. Intrepid men responded. Quickly they made reply. And never grander army Marched forth beneath the sky. Long years the struggle lasted. And in the bitter fight Democracy was tested Against despotic might; And Tnt men won, for Freedom Breeds vital, fearless sons, Besourceful, and strong-hearted To stand behind her guns. 63 OHBIBT'g QUESTION What did you, in the world's dark hour To help mankind and me, When the Huns made the land a hell. And turned to hell the seat Did you got What did you, when the Kaiser base Killed babes and mothers, too, In defiance of all my laws; Tell me, what did you dot Did yon got What did you, when your brave young son Said, father, let us fight For the freedom of all mankind, For home, and truth, and right t Did you got No I your duty you did not do; You brought me only shame; Though I died for mankind, and you Have dared to use my name. You did not go. And you dwarfed your brave son's best power. When he was true to me : — Prom the blight that you brought to him, He never can be free. UiraBUTSH 80LDIKR8 When Satan aees a selfish man, He smiles and goes away, "He's mine," he says, "I've got him sure; I do not need to stay. "And some who 'Christians' caU themselves Amuse me most," said he, "They fear that soldiers' souls are lost; Themselves they cannot see. "Because their selfish souls are blind. The soldiers' little sins Give me but little claim on them, 'Tis selfishness that wins. "The soldiers' souls I fear I've lost. They're free from selfishness; Each with his comrade shares his all, And fights, the world to bless. "Those selfish 'Christians' who just aim To save their own dark souls, But fail to serve their fellowmen; When we have called the rolls, "Will be surprised to learn that they Must come along with me; While soldiers take the other road. Who served unselfishly." THE OHAPLAIK AT VIM7 BIDOI "Your wn wm kiUed; we »aw him diei He led oar line." "He waa God's boy," the chaplain said, "As well as mine." ■With dying men the chaplain prayed The long night through; Prayed as he never did before With power new. But, when he saw the opal glow Of dawning light. He went to find his only son Upon the height. ' With tenderness he carried back His gallant boy; He wept although his heart waa lit With vital joy. Around the grave his comrades stood. His father led In hopeful song and faith-lit prayer, And then he said: "I loved you, son— how I loved I God loved you, too; You are not dead; you stiU live on. But life is new. M I* . If , "Tour father's heart o'erflowi today With loving pride; Chriit died for you, my »on, and you For Him have died. "The flower that blooma in early mom, And dies ere noon, Lives truly its allotted time; Dies not too soon. "Your life was short but beautiful, Your work is done; Yon nobly answered duty's call. And triumph won. "God bless your mother, darling boy, Keep her heart strong; She know that not alone to us Did you belong. "I will work on with deeper love For dying men; Your life and death will give me strength Ooodbyel Amen." «7 TBI OLD OIUUM BXBU Yetl that old Oerm»n Bible My father gave to me ; Bii father brought it with him To thi» land of the free. For many generationi, More than four hundred years, Our family ha« kept it, And itill our hearti it cheen. Grandfather's spirit led him To cross the great wide sea, That from despotic Prussians ffis soul might be set free. My husband died, and left me Four sons — good men are they. For I have tried to train them To walk life's upward way. ■We read the English Bible, But love the German, too. For it recalls the old days. When German hearts were true To Chriit and all Hia teaohing Led by ita aaored Usht ; The daya, when German people Loved juatiee, troth, and right. Orandfather'a vital apirit Still filla our aoula, and we Deipise deapotic tyranta, And love true liberty. My four aona now are fighting To make the whole world free. God blen my boya, and naide them, And bring them back to me. lAVID Behind the linea near Arraa We lived in "dug-outa" deep. "Look here; don't light your matches, We're tired and want to sleep." So spoke my weary comrades In kindly threat to me; "Go back a mile and light them; Don't let the Germans see." A l«tur from my iweethMrt Hmd come from home th»t dayi And M I rote »nd left them, And walked • mile «w»y. I found »n unniod "dug-ont" And lit my matohee there, To re«d the eheerinB meM«ge In which ehe wrote a pr»yer That I should bo protected By day and night from harm. Then I went back itiU dreaming Of Jean 'a bewitching charm. But ere 1 reached the "dug-out" A high exploaive ahell Had killed my ileeping comradea, And left me here to tell How death so nearly met me That Bad October night ; And try to do my duty More bravely for the right. m fauhd oonmibkoi or tbi oonomiTioui objbotob "When a man uyi 'my eonieienee will not permit m* to juitify war,' I reply you had better juitify your eonaeience." — Chancellor Day, Syracuae ifniveraity. Made by your lower aelf alone Tour palaied eonaeience ia your ^//fi -, Made by your baaeat aelfiahnaes It haa no power to guide or bleaa. Tou aay your eonaeience will not let You fight for truth and freedom i yet You claim to be a Chriatian. Shame To ao degrade Chriat'a aacred name. Christ taught us what to be and do To make the world more free and tnu Your eonaeience ahould give steady ligLt To guide you upward to the height Where duty calla true men to fight For honor, juatice, virtue, right, Against base despot's ruthless might. Your conscience robs your soul of power. And makea you useless in the hour When all Christ taught is threatened. Wake I And do your part for His dear sake. Your conscience you have dwarfed, and ao Its light has lost its guiding glow And faith has no directing zest. You stand unkindled and unblest Content in selfish ease to rest While Christ's men climb to reach the crest. You fail the sunUt heighte to see, Where heroes flght to make '»•»''«?• You know your mother, wile, and child May by vUe deapota be defiled, Yet wUl not do your duty clear, And flght for thoae you hold moat dear. You "cannot justify the war," Because you cannot see the star Of Bethlehem upon the sky. Set free your soul and let it fly Beyond your narrow selflsh view To flnd a higher vision— new. Men grow who see with vision true And then their duty bravely do. 72 WHY WE-EE KOHUHO We're fighting now that our young sons May never have to fight. As did their fathers for the cause Of liberty and right. We're fighting now so that the world May evermore be free Prom despots who would dare to rule By brutal tyranny. We're fighting now that fellowship And human brotherhood May ever be by all mankind More fully understood. THE OLD BBITI8H VETBBAN Did you see his old eyes glisten When the soldiers marched away, As he proudly stood to listen To the band that autumn dayt Did you hear him tell the story Of the day so long ago, When for England, home and glory. He marched off to meet the foef Sixty years ago my mother Came to see her son depart, And beside her stood another Who had won my happy heart. And "The Girl I Left Behind Me" That the band played loud and clear. Meant my Kate. My tears near blind me; For today she is not here. In old Devon she is sleeping, Close beside the rock-bound sea; You must just excuse my weeping, For so much comes back to me. 73 Ab I hear again the rattle Of the drumbeat eall her sons, Yesl and grandaona to the battle, To defeat the savage Huns. When the war is o'er, I'll greet them Proudly if they are alive. Hopefully, I'll wait to meet them; God protect my valiant Ave! They have gone for England's glory, Gallant five, across the sea. And I know they'll carve a story That will bring no shame to me. So, although my eyes are shedding Teardrops, they are grateful tears; In my heart there U no dreading, It is beating hopes, not fears. 74 A nut HEBO His life is full of horror, And yet his letters tell Of happiness, and end with— "Dear mother, I am well." He writes not of the trenches And how he suffers there. But of the flaming poppies Red blooming ev'rywhere. When he has been com.ner.ued For duty nobly done He boasts not of his valor But tells about his fun. When he was badly wounded He wrote, "Don't worry, dear; I'm getting better, mother; Keep your heart full of cheer." He adds no pang of sorrow To her o'erburdened heart; He sees and tells the bright things. And this is life's great art. For there is always shadow, But always sunshine, too; And he is life's true artist Who paints the brightest view. "TOU'BK DBATTSD" Let joy triumphant ffll your heart. You're drafted; proudly do your part For home and country, truth and nght, Against the ruthless tyrant's might. Go bravely! Do you duty clear. You're drafted. For God and liberty you go To fight against their basest foe. Humanity's most sacred laws He violates. Awake! The cause Of justice claims you. Do not fear, But answer with a ringing cheer; You're drafted. Of freedom get a vision new; Of duty see the larger view; •With soul aflame with fervid glow For freedom, honor, virtue go; Save all that noble men hold dear; Let your heart's echo be a cheer; You're drafted. Democracy relies on you, Your manhood prove. Be strong and true. FaUnot! To God and man be just. Your country truste; accept its trust. With faith and hope its loud call hear. Yours is no coward heart^o cheer. You're drafted. 76 SABBATH SEBTIOBB The church wu large; the curt Stood near the altar there, That aunny Sabbath morning, And led his flock in prayer. Old men were they who worshipped, The young had gone to fight In service of the Master To guard His holy light. Behind them busy workmen Of "army service" were Repairing broken harness, Who listened to the prayer. Was it not desecration Upon the Sabbath day To make God's house a workshop, While men had come to pray ! Both services were sacred. Some worked while others prayed. Both the great law of service Bevealed by Christ, obeyed. No day can be too sacred To work for His great cause; For freedom and humanity. For just and righteous laws. HAB OHBISTUHITY TAILED? The atheUt sneered, as he heard the ehime Of belU in the ehurehee at Easter time ; "Poor weaklings," he said, "are the men who say That Christ is a force in the world today. But hate over love has at length prevaUed, The world U at war, Christianity failed. Should Christian, be cowards, and tamely yield, Or fight for the freedom that Christ revealedl Should Christian, be cravens, when neighbors bleed, Or go to their aid in their hour of need! The work of the Saviour is n»i,y«' ^»°*' „„„ . More triumphs must stiU in His Name be won. But only the thoughtless believe that He Has failed in the struggle to make men free. Democracy, based on the truths Christ taught. Has widened the vision of human thought. And driven the despots from height to height, Who taught the false doctrine that might is right. Each glorious century since He came, The light that He kindled has brighter flame, And shines on new crests, as men upward cUmb, Inspired by His life and His love sublime. 78 nt cry of brave Belgium wu loud and ud; The Germans had come, and with carnage mad Defying all laws the relentleaa horde Swept onward destroying with fire and sword They ravaged her land with a savage rage,' They murdered in frenzy both youth and age, Tbt homes of the innocent peasanta blazed. The temples of God were in fierce wrath razed. If men in the day of their test had quailed. The Aeptic might sneer, and say "Christ has failed " But Christians were true, and they rushed to meet The despot, and drive him to sure defeat ■ They came with reUef to the starving child. They lifted the maiden base beasts defiled, They answered a nation's appealing wail, With love, and with service— THEY DID NOT PAIL. 79 ff^ TBI oHom or me QhoiU uMd to go around at night, Till twelve o'clock, and then They ipread their gauzy wingi, and went Back to the'r gravel again. But modem gb';'"', like "e" themwilvea. Have won^K ... . rogrem made, They see, urs--. by day or night. In sunihii i or in ihade. Two ghosts of sev'nteen lev-nty-aix Came out one April day. And aaUed acroas'the briny deep To Europe far away. They flew along the "Western front" And were surprised to see "Old Glory" and the "Tricolor Together o'er the sea. "They floated in America Together once," said one ; "The French with us fought gloriously When we our freedom won." "They fight again for freedom," said The other, "for I know Where tyrants threaten liberty, Those flags wUl ever go." Then u they farther went they uw High flying tide by aide The Britiah, French, and U. S. flagi. "Thank CtodI Thank GodI" they cried. "Hurrah I Hurrah I the world ii safe Old enemiea unite To save democracy, and cruah The lavage despot's might. "When we get back with joy weTl tell What we today have seen, And Waahington, and La Fayette, And Pitt wi<'. joyous mien, "Will lead us all in singing Hosanaa for the light That leads the freedom lovers To battle for the right. "And Bums and Whitman then will read Their songs of liberty, And we will form a ring and shout, 'The world will happy be.' "And Oerman ghosts will take our hands And sing and shout with glee. And say 'Thank God the war has made The German people free.' " tl "irr own" oouimT "I will not fight acroM the ira To Mttle qu»rrel» there, But, if on my own country '• »oil A foreign toe ihould dare To step, then I would follow thee, 01 lacred banner of the free." 01 narrow, dormant, torpid aoul. From lelflehneH awake. Chriet died for yon, and you ahonld do Your duty for Hi» »ake; And help to eavo democracy. Or your own land *ill not be free. Your morale, sir, are very low Baaed on your selflahneee; Your life was given on the terma That you would help to bleea All other Uvea. Remember then Christ taught the brotherhood of men. Your logic, too, i> very poor, It means that you should fight. Not for your country nor for state. But just for your own right. He dwarfs his soul who lives alone For self— whose motto is "my own." 82 TBI PLAnruDvoui PAomm I "Bnt war ean iMvtr auUn mn tnt, War will dMtiojr d«moan«7." Whenever ruthleu deapot flgbt* Afainit mui'e democratic right* One way alone i« left to aave Democracy. We miut be brave And fight for jiutioe, freedom, right Till we deatroy hie boaeted might. Since Chriet revealed democracy, And taught that each man ihould be free. Bale deapots daring to control Man'* body, intellect and aoul Have fought againat Hi* laving plan , The perfect brotherhood of man. In wara by tyranny begun Democracy ha* ever won; Each war found freemen true and atrong To fight for right againat the wrong; Each war brought higher viaion, when The world regained ju*t peace again. He muat not win whoae poisoned mind Planned the enalavement of mankind; The dastard tyrant of all time Whoae war of treachery and crime Againat democracy and right Threatened all freedom by his might, He muat be taught that freemen atill Have power to break hi* deapot will. "•aocopy HsouniON tbt chakt (ANSI and ISO TEST CHAKT No. 3) i'-° ttitia |u ■^ 1 l^iS 1" i^ 1^ m. 1^ 1^ ^■^ )GS1 East Worn Stmt ^rg RochMKr. N*. Tort. 1*609 US* Oura is not war of rival kings. We fight to save life's sacred things — Truth, justice, honor and the right To grow in freedom towards the light. The sweetest echoes of past years Are echoes of resounding cheers. When chains were broken, men made free, And deeper love of liberty Was kindled in men's souls to be New power in true democracy. So we must fight till joyous cheers Proclaim to all the coming years The final triumph of the right O'er savage hate and despot might. n "We should have stopped the war by thought," He said. "High thinking would have brought True peace without the loss of life — Without producing fierce world strife." "A ship's load sailed two years ago," I said, "to end this dreadful woe Of war by hopeful thoughts of peace. They thought kind thoughts. War did not cease." All thoughtful people sadly smiled. While thoughtless pacifists reviled The men who bravely dared to fight To save the world from despot might. A rabid dog with maddened brain Will not be peaceful till he's slain. If one in frenzy tried to kill 84 Your child, would you «t weakly still, And caU him "dofrgy, dear," and say Jtind doggy, pause end drive away Ite world 18 happy, so be glad"f However peaceful, gentle, mild. You d kill the dog and save your child no must we conquer tyranny That men forever may be free, III "I h»te all war. It can't be ri»ht That m«ii ihonld ever hare to ilght." I, too, love peace and hate fierce war But with more vital force by far ' I love the light of liberty, And hate the bonds of tyranny. Peace may be purchased at the cost UI freedom, justice, honor lost. I love the joy song of the free; The spirit of democracy; The right of independent mind; The right of justice for mankind; ne nght to join in common cause' With others making freemen's laws- ^e nght to be, and think, and do What vision tells my soul is true These are life's greatest things, and I For them should live, for them should die If need be, fighting for the right Against imperious despot's might. When tyrants dare to take from mo My freedom, then no peace ean be. Christ came not to send peace, but war Against all wrong, and still His star Leads to the crest towards which men climb Who strive to make all life sublime. Men are base traitors to the right ■Who for true freedom will not fight. Till despots from agression cease, And brotherhood brings lasting peace. A WEAK APOLOOT. "Don't blame the Gennan soldiera for Their crimes of deepe»t ahame Against fair woman and sweet child, For they are not to blame. "Their officers commanded them To slaughter or be slain ; Their brutal leaders drove them on. To them belongs the blame." No! Their revolting deeds declare The vileness of the Hun; None but the foulest savages Could do what they have done. What would a British soldier lad. Or gallant Frenehman, true ' Or chivalrous American, Or young Canadian dof Or valiant son of Italy! Each one with flashing eye Would answer, "No! Take back at once Tour base command, or die." 87 raxszaoi fbxeooh 0, blind, insens»te, frenzied men Who boastfully proeUim Your love of freedom, but degrade True freedom's sacred name! 0, incoherent pacifists Who with tantnatio aim Would basely yieU to tyranny. And freedcji bring to shame I O, men who do not wish to fight I Your consciences you made By your delirious selfishness, And peace you have betrayed. You are the frenzied enemies Of freedom and of peace; You chatter nonsense, while men fight And die that war ma; cease. They fight for all the highest ♦hings That Christ revealed, while you Rave wildly about Freedom's cause. And dream, but dare not do. With senseless drivel you abuse The men who fight for you, And all the sacred principles To which you should be true. Yet U7 no word .gwiut the Hum Who cUim that "might i. right", Who «eer at human brotherhood. And hate true freedom', light. Ton are the world', chief charlatan^ it. frantic, mad buffoon.; You are the flighty, babbling babe. Who tiy to gra.p life', mooni s» A LOTAL OkBHAll A loyal German orator To Germana said, "Let's understand Why Germans should be loyal men. Why did you leave the Fatherland! "You left it to escape the yoke Of despot Prussian tyranny, And to America you came -Where men are men, to be made free. "Beneath tlat flag-Old Qlory-you A i-ome, .'.nd wealth, and justice found; Tour children sing; 'America', This land to you is sacred ground. "Why should you not be loyal men! Each thread of that grand banner there, U dear to honest German hearts; Be honest men and do your share. "Trust not the Prussian hirelings, who Would shake your loyalty to right, But tell them you have learned to see The glory of true freedom s light, "And fight for freedom tor your friends Who in the Fatherland may be; Fight with the brave Americans _^ Who fight to make all Germans free. 90 A DULOTAL OZBHAN Outraged by German deapotiim A German sought democracy And settled in a western state, ' When first he came from Germany. He .ettled on free land and breathed *ree air on freedom's soil tiU he Grew neh; and told bis neighbors how He loved America the free. He boasted, too, that when he came One doUar to New York he brought. And made a million by his thrift. When war broke out he basely taught That Germany should rule the world, i'or she was so efficient, she Should teach mankind efficiency And Kultur spread that men might see. When Congress passed the law of draft And said each man must do his shar^ For home, and liberty, and right He raged, and said "no man shall dare "To take my sons away to fight Against my dear old Fatherland: The act of Congress I defy, And on my rights a freeman stand." H. eur.«l the Sut. ud Stripe., Mid -id, "If any officer come* here To Uk. my «.». ni .hoot Wm ^owb^,, 111 ehow the Y»nki I h»ve no fear. Next day he wa. not quite ao bold, And .ummoned by the court he went. The judge .poke .temly of hU cnme, iid threatened prUon punuhment. He meekly begg«l forgivencM then. And asked for mercy from the .Ute. The judge wa. kind to him, and "»d, "Though your offence ha. been w great "ITl let yon off thUtime, but if You ever wy one word again ^-re™"o!r:ryU"S-.- '%i"..r?thrdoiit:tryrbrou.ht, "Your duty. Under our free flag. Protected by our nation . law.. You have enjoyed a '/•«■»»,• "f*^;, Go and be true to freedom. cauM. 93 Un'l VITAL FOWXE The battlefield hu many ic. But life hu vital power a"' ao Nev branehea apriug from broken tninka; New leavea on ahattered branehea grow. The neating birda hatch out their broods In grave-like ahell holea, where today They aing their sojga in lovely bowera Of poppiM red in bright array. For Nature aeoma the tyrint'a powera. Vaini are hia efforto to deatroy; She heala hia acan, and aoon again Earth 'a beauty apringa to give na joy. Though aome have feared that faith wax Cetd, And that no more its light would ahine; Through aacrifice and aervice, faith Haa grown in beauty more divine, And consciously gives human soula The vital power of Ood to do The duty he reveals to each, If life be pure, unselfish, true. So from the despot's ruthless war True freedom will in beauty grow O'er all the earth, till brotherhood In human hearts will ever grow. TILL TBUB OBIAT DIIM Storin of (tauntlBM heroM Dying for liberty, ■Winning for troth »nd honor Triumphant victory! T*U th««« great rtoriM everj We should forget them never. Heroe* of BaUcUvs, Heroei of Waterloo, Beroee who eaved St. JuUen, Fearleu were they, and troe, Tell their great deede forever; We should forget them never. Heroes who won at Vimy, Heroes of Paschendale, Heroes who died at Locre That freedom might prevail, Tel! their great deeds forever; We shonld forget them never. What shall the coming ages In stoiy tell of youl Honor, and faith, and freedom Impel you to be true. You must record your story, Either of shame or glory, Never wu freedom threatened Ai dow by deepot power, Never wm duty clearer, Now ia your teating hour. You muat record your atory, Shall it be •hame or gloiyt Duty to home and empire, Duty to liberty, Call you to valiant action; What will your anawer bet You muat record your atoiy. Shall it be ahame or gloiyT Civiliiation weeping For Belgium's heart that blof la, Calla in the name of mercy: "Wake and do noble deedi Wide are the gates of gloiy, Enter I Beeord your atory. 05 LOVX AHD HATE "Ood Onrw bcluid"— 0«nnu Pimyar You poison the springs that should ever flow To aid the bright flowers of peace to grow; You teach little children in school to pray That curses may blight, and that wrath may slayj Yon plant in the soil of their young hearts seeds Of baneful, destructive and deadly weeds; You rob them of vision of higher view; You wither their power to be pure and true; You turn them away from love's garden gate. And chill their warm blood with your hiss of hate, But back o'er your land all your curse clouds roll To darken and shrivel your nation's soul. You savagely boasted your brutal might. And scornfully sneered when men spoke of right; Befused to be true to the pledge you signed, And jeered at the nations a bond could bind; Defying humanity's moral laws. You murdered the helpless without a cause; You secretly tried an infamous plan To sow deadly strife between man and man; Your foul plots miscarried, perfidy failed ; The nations awoke and the right prevailed. Now, facing in terror, avenging fate. You shriek in your fury the curse of hate. 96 We heed not your cones. We know God hean The C17 of the nation whoae bitter tears Flow out from the heart that in anguUh bleeds Because of your merciless, ruthless deeds. Brave Belgium's blessing of prayer and praise The cnne of your venomous hate outweighs. We sprang to her aid with our souls aflame To save from dishonor old England's name. Peace lovers are we, but true Britons fight When freedom is threatened by despot might. We hate not your nation. We fight that we May aid in the struggle to make men free. For all that you did in your brilliant past We thank you, but mourn that, misled at last, You sullied the fame of your noble state. And shadowed your soul with the curse of hate. Base, selfish ambition has made you blind. Has narrowed your vision and warped your mind We hope you will learn, when the strife is o'er That all war is evil, and fight no more; That hate is a monster whose fatal breath Bears ever a message of gloom and death; That love is the highest power man can know To start the divine in his life to grow. UFE AND DEATH Some count their lives by days and years; True life is what we do To dry the founts of human tears, And lead to higher view. Death is but life at rest awhile After the day is o'er, Awaiting with a tranquil smile The mom to work some more. H78TEB7 AND OLOBT There is mystery and glory In young life's untimely end, But we'll understand the story, And our tears and smiles will blend. For the mystery will leave us. As the sadness disappears; And its pain will cease to grieve us In the sorrow-healing years. Then the glory and the beauty Of the life that once was ours, Will guide us to higher duty And to more triumphant powers. OHOtAQE rATHEBS Or HBBOIO BONB Fathers of noble sons are we — Heroes who died for liberty; Sons who to us will ever be Living in loving memory. Glad they were men whose hearts were tme, Proudly we saw them go to do Duty for home and country, tooj Duty for right with vision new. Sons such as ours brought no sad tears, Lives such as theirs ne'er gave us fears; Deep in our hearts through coming years Grandly will ring their parting cheers. THK SOLDIEB'S WILL His metal disc was in his hand, Where on the field he fell, And on it they could read the words, "Give all I own to Nell, My wife." He had not made a will, But when the bullet brought His sentence; of his wife and home The dying soldier thought. With knife upon his disc he scratched The will that gave his wife And babies all that he had owned; — The last act of his life. OAHADA TO THE UHTTBD RATES On* Hnndrad Yean After Lnndy'i Luw Bravely they fought that day, Bed cnatB and blue; Fiercely they fought that night Gallant and true. Under this mound they lie Side by side still, Men who died foot to foot Here on the hill. Standing beside their graves Weeping no tears, Qrateful are we for peace A hundred years. Furled are our battle flags, Old issues dead. Heart-free are we from hate. Love rules instead. Here on the battlefield Hand clasping hand Pledge we to work for peace In ev'ry land. FATK AT TBI VBOHT Two officers upon a hill Were standing side by side; A shell brought death-burst to their feet;- One lived, the other died. n "Good bye, old boy," a comrade said. One day upon the road; "I'm going home to Canada, This is my final load." He shouted after he had passed. Good luck, old chum." he said; A shell screamed o'er my head, and he And his two mules lay dead. Ill When near his hut one evening Killed by a German shell. The last they fired that fatal day, A young lieutenant fell. A sentry stopped him on his way With good intent to say, "Do not go home, sir, by the road. They're shelling there today." 101 Had he gone on without delay The Qerman nhell would not Have harmed him, but the sentry stood Bight at the fatal apot; And in an instant both were killud, Though neither was to blame; Because to save the officer The watchful sentry came. "'Tis fate," the soldiers say, but not The fate that robs of power. Ad trusting faith, and valiant deed In duty's vital hour. Not heathen fate, but Christian fate, That shines with hopeful, light; That leads to self-forgetfulneaa Which dares to fight for right. 102 Bu mnmnsHKO btobt I cannot know the story Of what you might have done; I can but dream of honon Yon would have earned, dear ion. But I shall keep the record Of how you did your part True to your highest, ever Deep in my happy heart. Beauty of dawn and sunset, Olory of sky and sea, Orandnesa of star and mountain, Will bring you back to me. Often in woodland pathway Beside me you will stand Tranquil and true, and tell me Of work that you had planned. And life will aye be sweeter, Hope be more strong and clear. Faith more serene and vital, Because I feel you near. H* WH the wind from the hilliide, Bringing the balum'i perfume; He wu the dawn of the morning, Clearing the miat-oloude of gloom. He wu the rock-bounded itreamlet, Leaping in glee through the glen; He waa the wid. flowing river, Bearing rare treaaurei to men. He waa the aun of the Summer, Oiving new growth in the field; He waa the harveat of Autumn, Rich in ita bountiful yield. He waa the arma of the hemloek, Waking enchantment in me; He waa the crimaon-toned maple; He waa the wave-created aea. He waa the afterglow glory. Ending the day with delight; He waa the moon 'a wondrona magio; He waa the atar-shine of night. He waa the flower of the Springtime; He waa the pine 'a myatic tune; He waa the spirit of Nature, Singing ita joy-song in June. So through the yran will the itreamlet, Biver and wtve-emted lem, Dawnlight and Muuhine ud eve-glow, Star gleam and flower and tree, Birdjong, and growth time, and wind breath, Whiaper hi* iweetneia to me. OUB mMOBIIS Not ai a aoldier grim, Bnt aa a happy boy Will we remember ' im, Badiant with each new joy. Not ai a soldier grim, But aa a winaome youth Will we remember him. Clear-eyed and loving truth. Not as a soldier grim, But aa a man upright Will we remember him, Olowing with hopeful light, Tet — though our eyes be dim Earnest and true and brave Will we remember him, Fighting life's best to save. IDS For my dead Km w dew I ihed a father's tear, But in my heart I ebeer, Though eye* be dim. True-hearted, strong and free, A just, kind man was he, A loving son to me. Why mourn for himt When duty's loud call came. He went witli heart aflame. And won an honored name; My valiant son. Had I more sons, they, too. Would be, I know, as true. And their whole duty do. Till freedom won. His place I cannot take. But for my dead son's sake New efforts I will make For home and right. No garb of mr ming sad I'll wear. H^ heart is glad A son so true I had To nobly flght. 106 Prondly I mw him go, With hii yooth life aglow. To meet the rnthleu foe, With hope tod joy. Mine will be joyoiu tean. Mine will be grateful eheen, Through all the coming yturtf For my brave boy. DIADI Life'i lupremeet ehock of ndneu Dims my eye* with loving lean. But I know that glowing gladneu Will be mine throughout the yean. Never ihadow came nor sorrow From my happy-hearted boy. So through all the great tomorrow Memory will bring me joy: Joy of honest, manly doing, Joy of service for his friend, Joy of upward path pursuing, Till he reached life's noble end. Doing bravely sacred duty For the right and liberty. How could death have grander beauty t More triumphant dignity I 107 TOUT OMLT MMI FrMdom and hono. called you, Nobly you m^ ■ Fondly in memory. Boyhood of loving kinahip, Tonth of unfolding might, Manhood of faithful icrriee, You made all life more bright. Comrade, I longed to know you Till yon were old and gray, That I might watch your progren Along life 'a upward way; That I might keep the record Of life so well begun, And ahare with you the uplift Of triumph! yon had won. I ihaU drMm oo, Movtd, Of d««di )Poa migLt h4T« don; Dnsm u I ellmb lift'i liUltidi To ■•• the Mttinf mn; CUmbiac with ektnr ▼Uon, And itep mora light and (tront; Siacing btoaoM I know jron A «WMt«r, grander long. 80BB0W AND JOT Oh, yea! I'm sorry he WM killed, My brave, my onlv son; But I am glad his life was filled With man's work nobly done. I'm sad because he died so soon. But glad he lived so long, His heart with purpose high m tune. His soul serene and strong. Regret oft drives its poisoned dart Into my breast, but then I think how well he did his part And I rejoice again. The shadow of his loss I see; Sometimes the clouds hang low, But then his life light shines in me. And sets my heart aglow. Ill smile, though loving tears may fall As pass the coming years; He heard and answered duty's call; — Mine are exultant tears. 110 HIS LAST LBTTEB Dated the day before My brave son fell, Ere the dread cable said, "Killed by a shell." Surely it must have come Straight from hia tomb. Message of love and light To break the gloom. Written two weeks ago "Somewhere" it said; "Living and working hard," Now he is dead. Manly his hopeful words Full of good cheer J Tender his thoughts o» home. Home ever dear. One note of sadness told His heart was sore; "Baker, my chum, is blind He fights no more." Message of faith and hope Last from my son! He lies across the sea — Life's work well done. Hi HABS AMD VXirnB The spirit of Mars on the earth looked down; Mankind I control, he said, The ■world is at war, and men's hearts are mine; The spirit of love is dead. Hate rales 1 I am king! At my feet men kneel, And worship the power of my bloody steel. The spirit of Venus replied: False god, The hearts of mankind are mine. The clouds of your hate wiU soon pass, and then The sun of my love will shine. The hearts that you darkened will light again. And glow with trae love for their fellowmen. Brave men are at war for the love of right; To freedom and justice trae They fight to prevent the appalling crimes Of despots who worship you. Love rules 1 I am queen I Tour malignant dream Is ended, and love is enthroned supreme.