THE DRUM
JOSEPH LEE
“Come to me, and I will give you flesh.”—Old Pibrochadh.
COME!
Says the drum;
Though graves be hollow,
Yet follow, follow:
Come!
Says the drum.
Life!
Shrills the fife,
Is in strife—
Leave love and wife:
Come!
Says the drum.
Ripe!
Screams the pipe,
Is the field—
Swords and not sickles wield:
Come!
Says the drum.
The drum
Says, Come!
Though graves be hollow,
Yet follow, follow:
Come!
Says the drum.
THE GREAT ADVENTURE
MAJOR KENDALL BANNING
Signal Reserve Corps, Aviation Section, U. S. Army
GOD, the Master Pilot,
Or gods, if such there be—
Pour me no weakling’s measure
When ye pour the wine for me!
Of pain, of love, of pleasure,
I’ll drain the draught ye give;
Of good and ill, give me the fill
Of the life ye bade me live!
Spare me no tithe of favor,
With fortune pave my path,
Nor hold the hand of vengeance
When I deserve your wrath.
Whatever fates ye send me,
Whatever cast the sky,
Grant me the grace to live a man
And as a man to die!