“He will come with harp and psaltry,

Quell his troop of convict swine,

Quell his mad-dog roaring rascals,

Witching them with tunes divine.

“They will ram the walls of Zion,

They will win us Salem hill,

All for David, shepherd David,

Singing like a mountain rill.”

HAIL TO THE SONS OF ROOSEVELT

Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness.”—Samson’s riddle.