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The words of knights upon a holy quest, Who saw the light and followed where it led. Gone West! Scarred warrior hosts go marching by, Their longing faces turned to greet the light That glows and burns upon the western sky. Leaving behind the darkness of the night, The long day over and the battle won, They seek for rest beyond the setting sun. PEACE Now Peace at last is hovering o'er the world On silver wings, and golden trumpets blow. Home from the long crusade the warriors go,-- Victorious knights with banners wide unfurled, Bow down your head, for these have passed where swirled Great tides of darkness ebbing too and fro; Their eyes have seen, 'mid fiery tempests' glow, How youth at Death its dauntless challenge hurled. And these are they who saw the Holy Grail, Brimming with youthful blood like ruddy wine Poured out in sacrifice. The light divine Before whose awful glow they did not quail Now beckons us; and shall our footsteps fail To follow where they set the blood-stained sign? NOVEMBER, 1918. HIDDEN TREASURE O sun-browned boy with the wondering eyes, Do you see the blue of the summer skies? Do you hear the song of the drowsy stream, As it winds by the shore where the birches gleam? Then come, come away From the shadowy bay, And we'll drift with the stream where the rapids play; For we are two pirates, fierce and bold, And we'll capture the hoard of the morning's gold. A roving craft is our red canoe, O pirate chief with the eyes of blue; So hoist your flag with the skull on high, And out we'll sail where the treasures lie. For in days of old Came pirates bold, With a Spanish galleon's captured gold; And their boat was wrecked on the river strand, And its treasures strewn on the silver sand. Now steady all as we dash along, The rapids are swift but our paddles are strong; And soon we'll drift with the water's flow Where the treasure lies hid in the shallows below. O, cool and dim, 'Neath its foam-flecked brim, Is the pool where the swallows dip and skim; So we'll plunge by the prow of our red canoe For the treasure that lies in the quivering blue. Now home once more to the shadowy bay, For we've captured the gold of the summer's day, And emeralds green from the banks along, And silver bars from the white-throat's song. No pirates
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