The world may end, a wilderness of woe.
TO OUR BOYS "OVER THERE"
Where flies our flag is Freedom's holy ground;
There, it unfurls all benisons to Man.
The twin of Spring, its spread unfolds God's plan
Of human happiness, by setting bound
To greed, lust, powers,—all colds,—that Right be crowned.
Lo! where it leads, ye youth form valor's van,
Mirrored and echoed by the azure's span