When you hear the shouts and cheering For the boys who whipped the Don! There'll be Yankees, there'll be Johnnies, When the boys come marching homeward From Atlantic to Pacific, From the Pine Tree to Lone Star. WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN1 GUY WETMORE CARRYL Guy Wetmore Carryl (1873-1904), though but a young man at the time of his death, was ranked among the most promising of American writers. Much of his work was done in Paris, and in his magazine articles and stories he displayed a sympathetic understanding of French life in all its varied phases rarely attained by a foreigner. This greatly endeared him to the hearts of the French people. The present poem celebrates the day, August 20, 1898, when the American squadron sailed into New York, just eight days after the signing of a protocol and the cessation of hostilities between the United States and Spain. TO EASTWARD ringing, to westward ringing, 1 From The Garden of Years. G. P. Putnam's Sons. Used by per. mission. On winds and tides the gospel rides Breaker and beach cry, each to each, And strong to hold from harm, Stretching to these across the seas The shield of her sovereign arm, Who calls again to the leagues of main, And the great gray ships are silent, The black cloud dies in the August skies, A glory of crimson bars, And far above is the wonder of The length of the long blockade; And eyes of vigil weary 'Are lit with the glad release, From ship to ship and from lip to lip, Ah, in the sweet hereafter Columbia still shall show The sons of those who swept the seas South and North at the call stood forth And the heart of the sailor's song Yes, it is good to battle, And good to be strong and free, To see the day steal up the bay 1 On June 3, 1898, Richmond P. Hobson, of the American navy, attempted to blockade the Spanish fleet by sinking a collier, the Merrimac, across the harbor mouth at Santiago de Cuba. But better the golden evening When the ship round heads for home, And the people wait at the haven's gate Thank God for peace! Thank God for peace, THE FLAG OF OUR COUNTRY1 FRANK LEBBY STANTON SHE'S up there-Old Glory-she's waving o'er head; She dazzles the nations with ripples of red, And she'll wave for us living, or droop o'er us dead She's the flag of our country forever! She's up there-Old Glory-no tyrant-dealt scars, Nor blur on her brightness-no stain on her stars; The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars She's the flag of our country forever! 1 From Comes One With a Song. Copyright, 1898. Used by special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. THE AMERICAN FLAG JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) began writing poetry when he was but fourteen years of age. His brief life was a continual struggle with poverty and ill health. The year before his death he wrote this oft-quoted poem. The line "The guard and glory of the world" originally ended the poem; but Drake's dearly loved friend Fitz-Greene Halleck suggested the final four lines, and the author gladly added them. WHEN Freedom from her mountain height, Majestic monarch of the cloud, |