The Death of the Scharnhorst, and Other Poems

by ARCH ALFRED McKILLEN
VANTAGE PRESS, Inc. NEW YORK

Copyright, 1952, by Arch Alfred McKillen Manufactured in the United States of America

To L.R.D., EM 1/c, U. S. Navy Killed in action, Pearl Harbor, T. H. December 7, 1941
Smile a little, lad, For when you smile There is no sleep. How can there then be Death?
The Chicago Sun has kindly granted permission to reprint the poem “The Litany of Pearl Harbor,” which it published on December 7, 1942, in June Provines’ column

The sky was touched with tints of morn, A wind was in the trees, I lay in bed awakened By the murmur of the leaves.
I listened to the chirping Of the first-awakened bird, And, his leather heels a-clicking, Some lad off to work I heard.