Yet ever 'twixt the books and his bright eyes And now those waiting dreams are satisfied; Nor needs he any hearse to bear him hence, PERSHING AT THE TOMB OF LAFAYETTE They knew they were fighting our war. As the months grew to years Their men and their women had watched through their blood and their tears For a sign that we knew, we who could not have come to be free Without France, long ago. And at last from the threatening sea The stars of our strength on the eyes of their weariness rose, And he stood among them, the sorrow-strong hero we chose To carry our flag to the tomb of that Frenchman whose name an of our country could once more pronounce without shame. at crown of rich words would be set for all times on this day? past and the future were listening what he would this, from the white-flaming heart of a passion austere, this-ah, but France understood! "Lafayette, we are here." ILVER TRUMPET, Amelia Josephine Burr. ht 1918, GEORGE H. DORAN Co., Publishers. (21) For the Knight who is her King- Held it, smiling, to her lips, Eager lips, though pale. Bend the knee to Belgium, See, her cup is all alight,— She hath found the Grail! MARION COUTHOUY SMITH. By permission, Smith, THE FINAL STAR, James T. White Co. WIRELESS There sits a little demon The cruisers prowl observant, I wonder what Cervera thought HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULsifer. By permission, THE OUTLOOK. THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED I went not forth to battle, I carried friendly men, The children played about my decks, The women sang—and then And then the sun blushed scarlet The world that God created My wrong cries out for vengeance, Was aimed in Hell. My dying scream Has reached Jehovah's ear. Not all the seven oceans Shall wash away the stain; Upon a brow that wears a crown I am the brand of Cain. |