Behind the bellowing guns
That do their part,
Let stand the nation's sons
All pure in heart—
Behind the bellowing guns.
Then not in pride or hate
Let one shot speed;
Be righteous souls elate
To do the deed—
O, not in pride or hate.
And thou, Eternal Power!
Bring swift the day
When Right shall rule the hour,
And Peace alone have sway—
O, high Eternal Power!
ART
(MISS GERALDINE FARRAR IN "MADAMA BUTTERFLY")
A little, loosened leaf of painted paper
Slow quivering down
From a stage Nagasaki cherry-tree
That screens a painted town.
And flitting back and forth in silken robes
A figure slight,
With orient gestures, and fixt orient smile,
And voice of pure delight.
And every note she sang and word she spoke
Was for her writ;
Not nature here, but art and artifice,
And cunning human wit.
