Let light from out the darkness shine,

And truth her page unroll;

Speak to the minds that waiting, starve,

And give them power to see,

That he who patiently will serve

Shall win the victory.

[Pg 49]

OUR BATTLEFIELD.

[Written for an entertainment given by the Fife and Drum Corps (36 uniformed members) of the Third Ward Grammar School of Long Island City, of which the writer is Principal.]

There are fields of martial glory

Where the slain are ne'er bemoaned;

There are victories though silent,

Where grim monarchs are dethroned;

There are scenes of strife and foray

Where gigantic forces strive

For the mastery and triumph

Of the ends for which they live.

There are forces more puissant

Than ten million armed men,

There are banners that are emblems

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