By the grace of God and the courage Of the peoples far and wide, By the toil and sweat of those who lived, And the blood of those who died, We have won the fight, we have saved the Right,...
When the Bells of Ys rang softly,--softly, Soft--and sweet--and low, Not a sound was heard in the old gray town, As the silvery tones came floating down, But life stood still with uncovered head,...
I know! I know!-- The ceaseless ache, the emptiness, the woe,-- The pang of loss,-- The strength that sinks beneath so sore a cross. "--Heedless and careless, still the world wags on,...
Where are you sleeping to-night, My Lad, Above-ground--or below? The last we heard you were up at the front, Holding a trench and bearing the brunt;-- But--that was a week ago. ...