rns will blow;
At evening fear will be gone;
The home lights through dusk will glow.
It will be a joyous day!
And the earth will shout with laughter,
When world peace is made, some day.
We can hear the birds thereafter.

LATE AUTUMN

The fragrant autumn winds float painted leaves
Across the plains at sunset's evening hour,
A scarlet rose, a zinnia in the flower
Stand brilliant there beneath the cottage eaves.
The locust hums his song, the spider weaves
His silken web in every shady bower,
Where thunder clouds pile high in tumbled tower;
The farmer's loft is bursting with great sheaves;
And cornstalks bend with heavy golden loads,
For rains have blessed the land the summer long.
Now children trip on winding trails from school;
They swing in rhythmic time along the roads;
A hungry, hearty crowd, suntanned and strong.
This glorious fall day in evening cool.

ALL HAIL RED CROSS

All hail Red Cross! White robes of light, all hail!
On brave and noble brows the symbol shines.
A cry for help is never called in vain,
For these courageous ones go everywhere,
On sea or land, in sun and stormy sky.
They face all dangers--carry succor forth
To save their fellowmen--with speed and skill
The aid goes out to rescue friend and foe.
They know no enemy but heed each call.
A line is thrown to stranded waif or man.
In flood they rush like water down the slope
To bring relief to those who toss in waves.
They care for mothers left to starve, alone.
In pestilence, they labor long to soothe
The fevered brow and ease the gnawing pain
With medicine and shelter, food and clothes.
In war the wound is dressed and duly nursed
With gentle supple hands--with nourishment
For mind and body. Cross of red, all hail!
They serve for us most willingly and well.
Then chide themselves when they have come too late!
Like mothers when their sons have fallen short;
In early dawn and through the night they toil.
O God do bless this noble work of love;
Let's give and further this most worthy cause.
All hail Red Cross! White robes of hope, all hail!

OUR MORNING PRAYER

God our Father give us strength
In these days of selfish strife,
Let us smile amid the pain,
Now to meet the care of life
In the sunshine and in rain.

SOLDIER TO HIS MOTHER

Remembering those happy days of youth--
The earth was filled wit