I haven’t a word but words of praise
For these dear little girls of France;
And I will confess that I’ve felt a thrill
As I faced their line of advance!
But I haven’t been taken a prisoner yet,
And I won’t be, until the day
When I carry my colours to lay at the feet
Of a girl of the U.S.A.
PASSING THE BUCK
Whatever the task that comes your way,
Just take it as part of your luck.
Look it right square in the eyes, and say,
‘This is my task, I’ll do it to-day’:
Don’t pass the buck.
Oh! whether you cook, or whether you fight,
Or whether you trundle a truck,
Just tackle your job and do it right:
Don’t pass the buck.
The wheels of the earth have gone, alack!
Deep into war’s mire and muck.
If you want to put it again on its track,
Don’t shift your load on another man’s back:
Don’t pass the buck.
SONG OF THE AVIATOR
You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,
You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean,
You may rush afar in your touring car,
Leaping, sweeping, by things that are creeping—
But you never will know the joy of motion
Till you rise up over the earth some day,
And soar like an eagle, away—away.
High and higher above each spire,
Till lost to sight is the tallest steeple,
With the winds you chase in a valiant race,
Looping, swooping, where mountains are grouping,
Hailing them comrades, in place of people.
Oh! vast is the rapture the birdman knows,
As into the ether he mounts and goes.
He is over the sphere of human fear;
He has come into touch with things supernal.
At each man’s gate death stands await;
And dying, flying, were better than lying
In sick-beds, crying for life eternal.
Better to fly half-way to God
Than to burrow too long like a worm in the sod.
THE STEVEDORES
We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong,
We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long.
We handle the heavy boxes, and shovel the dirty coal;
While soldiers and sailors work in the light, we burrow below like a mole.
But somebody has to do this work, or the soldiers could not fight!
And whatever work is given a man, is good if he does it right.