To bear my load and do good deeds.

And cherish worthy things, the hope not bought,

With visions for the living needs.

You said be honest with my God and soul,

Devoted to my land and home,

And all that men hold dear. In loyalty

Respect and prize the fertile loam.

Today my country calls, she needs her son

To fight the Japs and Hitler too.

No coming back until the job is done.

This is as honest men would do.

IN THE STORM

Hear the gale roaring through the woods!

Trees bend and snap and sway;

They race and break on this dark day.

If I could fashion some sturdy hoods

To hold the storm at bay,

Then trim and straight would all trees stay.

But great trees knotted by winds' moods,

Like men who face their care,

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