FLORA'S BIT (continued) To the boys she gave one final wave, "What kind of a silly old fool am I, But them poor lads did look so thin, For a day or two, till the nibs comes in? An' the bit I had I had to give. An' he called me a Daisy!-aw-'Daisy dear!' An' I-tell-you, it made me queer,— With a lump in me throat and a swell right here. Fust time ever any one called me that, An', I swear, it's better'n a bran new hat." RED BREAST I saw one hanging on a tree, There were berries red upon his head, They were his blood, and he was dead;- It broke my heart to see him there, The nails of woe were through his hands, With beak and claws I did my best I picked and pulled, and did my best, RED BREAST (continued) I bit the nails, I pecked the thorn, And never since have I feared man, OUR HEARTS FOR YOU By the grace of God and the courage Of the peoples far and wide, By the toil and sweat of those who lived, And the blood of those who died, We have won the fight, we have saved the Right, For the Lord was on our side. We have come through the valley of shadows, We have won to the light again, We have smitten to earth the evil thing, And our sons have proved them men. When the night was at its darkest, And never a light could we see,— In a monstrous tyranny; Then the flaming sword of our Over-Lord All the words in the world cannot tell you |