Katharine Lee Bates

WE bore them their own wild
And ash-boughs jeweled red,
There where they sleep together,
Greatest of Norway's dead

How long,
O Prince of Peace, how long
We sicken of the
Of this wild war that wraps the world, a roaring

Bodies glad, erect,
Beautiful with youth,
Life's elect,
Nature's truth,

At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye
He had half a mind to scold her
An officer's mother and not keep dry The epaulet on his shoulder
He had forgotten mother and fame,

My love, my love, if you could come once
From your high place,
I would not question you for heavenly lore,
But, silent, take the comfort of your face

And what of thee,
O Lincoln's Land
What gloom Is darkening above the Sunset Sea
Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume Thy war-crest, bow thy knee,

LY swung the old carpenter up to his door,
Drums and fifes in his tread,
But softly he crossed the braided mats on the floor,
Gently he stroked her head

The day was hotter than words can tell,
So hot the jelly-fish wouldn't jell
The halibut went all to butter,
And the catfish had only force to utterA faint sea-mew — aye, though some have doubted,

ED, white, blue, the flag that leads us on,
Stripes as red as blood well shed by many a hero gone
Now 'tis ours to storm the towers of tyranny and wrong,
Freedom's sons who front the guns with Freedom's battle-song

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain
America
America
God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea...

GH the winds but stir on their hoary
Of hemlock and pungent pine,
All the whispering woodland
Gossip of things divine, —Why God is gray in the granite rock,

I
RD him preach in Oxford years ago,
A snowy-haired and tender-faced apostle
I watched the beech against the window blow,