Honor and Faith and Sacrifice
In the midst of the city’s roil—
Faith and Honor and Sacrifice
Where the frontier-hewers toil:
And the Man-child slowly knelt and clasped
The Waif about the knee,
And he murmured low, “Oh now I know—
The Days of Chivalry.”
PHANTOM-LAND
Come board the boat for Phantom-land—
Come join the merry crew;
Come board the boat for Phantom-land
That lies acalling you.
Oh throw away the red-shot day—
The broken, weary night—
And come with me across the sea
To where you lift the light
Of Phantom-land of Phantom-land,
Uprising from the blue,
With mountains green and castles
That stand acalling you.
It doesn’t cost a single cent
To join the joyous band;
You needn’t spend a penny
To reach the sunny land;
So come away at close o’ day
Or in the morning dew,
To Phantom-land to Phantom-land
That lies acalling you.
And they who once have been there—
Who’ve trod the laughing hills,
They’re always going back there—
From roil and toil and ills:
And when they come to Earth again—
(I cross m’ heart, it’s true),
They sing the praise o’ Phantom-land
That lies acalling you.
THE ROSE
He plucked the Rose in anger—
The Rose across his path;
And the thorns they cut and tore him
And scorned him in his wrath.
He plucked the Rose in hauteur
And pride no bond could bind,
And the Rose it tossed its royal head
Nor deigned to look behind.