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tue The world knows nothing about. And many a private soldier, Who walks his humble way, With no sounding name or title, Unknown to the world to-day, In the eyes of God is a hero As worthy of the bays, As any mighty General To whom the world gives praise. Brave men of a mighty army, We extend you friendship's hand! I speak for the "Loyal Women," Those pillars of our land. We wish you a hearty welcome, We are proud that you gather here To talk of old times together On this brightest day in the year. And if Peace, whose snow-white pinions, Brood over our land to-day, Should ever again go from us, (God grant she may ever stay!) Should our Nation call in her peril For "Six hundred thousand more," The loyal women would hear her, And send you out as before. We would bring out the treasured knapsack, We would take the sword from the wall, And hushing our own hearts' pleadings, Hear only the country's call. For next to our God, is our Nation; And we cherish the honored name, Of the bravest of all brave armies Who fought for that Nation's fame. NOBLESSE OBLIGE. I hold it the duty of one who is gifted, And specially dowered in all men's sight, To know no rest till his life is lifted Fully up to his great gifts' height. He must mold the man into rare completeness, For gems are set only in gold refined. He must fashion his thoughts into perfect sweetness, And cast out folly and pride from his mind. For he who drinks from a god's gold fountain Of art or music or rhythmic song Must sift from his soul the chaff of malice, And weed from his heart the roots of wrong. Great gifts should be worn, like a crown befitting! And not like gems in a beggar's hands. And the toil must be constant and unremitting Which lifts up the king to the crown's demands. AND THEY ARE DUMB. I have been across the bridges of the years. Wet with tears Were the ties on which I trod, going back Down the track To the valley where I left, 'neath skies of Truth, My lost youth. As I went, I dropped my burdens, one and all-- Let them fall; All my sorrows, all my wrinkles, all my care, My white hair, I laid down, like some lone pilgrim's heavy pack, By the track. As I neared the happy valley with light feet, My heart beat To the rhythm of a song I used to know Long ago, And my spirits gushed and bubbled li
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