POETRY
THE MOONLIGHT. How like the moonlight o’er the sea Is to your love o’er life for me! An hour ago the waters lav Beneath the twilight, dull and gray; Neither in comfort nor distress, Oalm with an utter listlossness ; Sick, as it seemed, of ebb and flow, Tired of the way they had to go. But, faint, at first, beyond the haze The moon appeared with softened gaze. And shyly <ver the waters shone And lafd her fingers white thereon, Until the weary wilderness Was thrilled and throve at her caress And glorified, despite the mist The sea attained to joy, and kissed With eager lips the hands of her, Telling the very sands of her. Can you remember, dear, my night P Can life and I forget your light? How like the moonlight o’er the sea Is to vour love o’er life for mo! J. J. Bell.
WOMEN OF ENGLAND. i How can we serve thee best, Land of our love? In what encounter pressed Our ardour prove? Mothers o’ sons of the«, Each claims the call, Sister or wife be we, Th.y daughters all. When all the troops have passed Through war’s stern gate, When through dumb hours aghast We breathless wait. When it may be by fire We too are tried, Lot every pang inspire Courage ana pride! O God our help of old, Help us to-day! Lift up our hearts, and hold Evil at bay: Let us be brave and strong, Firm to the end; So England’s women shall England defend!
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Lake County Press, Issue 2669, 15 February 1917, Page 2
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256POETRY Lake County Press, Issue 2669, 15 February 1917, Page 2
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