And dawn with its flame and a promise
Will touch the grey sod and dry grass.
The elm in the garden will flower
And the hills on the plains be shining.
That day, then the battle is over,
I will come with swift feet, my Darling.




IN REFLECTION


In the morning of my youth
When my veins were full of strength
There was Dad and Mom to say
What to do. They spoke at length.

Did I listen to the truth?
Much of it has passed me by.
Now if only some one would
Speak to me and tell me why.




MEN MUST TOIL


We wakened in the morning