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HIS JOB

"I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier—
    The nations ought to arbitrate, I say—
But I couldn't face my son if I made him leave undone
    His bit to help America to-day.
Though I couldn't bear to think of him in battle,
    And it's terrible to trust him to the sea,
I'll give him with a will where he doesn't have to kill
    Is there nothing for my boy and me?"

There's a call for him that's louder every minute;
    There's a hungry world that he can help to feed.
There's a fight without a gun that is waiting for your son
    Where the enemy's the vermin and the weed.
If you didn't raise your boy to be a soldier,
    If you didn't raise your boy to be a shirk,
Here's a job for head and hand—send him out to till the land;
    What's the matter with a farmer's work?

Amelia Josephine Burr.