Out of the dusk enveloping

Come marsh and sky and tree,

Where erst has rested night's dark ring

Over the Kankakee.

"Mark right!" Afar and faint outlined

A flock of mallards fly,

We crouch within the reedy blind

Instantly at the cry.

"Mark left!" We peer through wild rice-blades,

And distant shadows see,

A wedge-shaped phalanx from the shades
Of far-off Kankakee.

"Mark overhead!" A canvas-back!
"Mark! Mark!" A bunch of teal!
And swiftly on each flying track
Follows the shot-guns' peal;

Thus rings that call, till twilight's tide
Rolls in like some gray sea,

And whippoorwills complain beside
The lonely Kankakee.

BENJAMIN SLEDD

THE CHILDREN

go,

No more of work! Yet ere I seek my bed,
Noiseless into the children's room I
With its four little couches all a-row,
And bend a moment over each dear head.

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Those soft, round arms upon the pillow spread,
Those dreaming lips babbling more than we know,
One tearful smothered sigh of baby woe-
Fond words of chiding, would they were unsaid!

And while on each moist brow a kiss I lay,

With tremulous rapture grown almost to pain,
Close to my side I hear a whispered name:-
Our long-lost babe, who with the dawning came,
And in the midnight went from us again.
And with bowed head, one more good-night I say.

HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT

THE FLAG GOES BY

Hats off!

Along the street there comes

A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of color beneath the sky:
Hats off!

The flag is passing by!

Blue and crimson and white it shines,
Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
Hats off!

The colors before us fly;

But more than the flag is passing by.

Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
Fought to make and to save the State:

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Weary marches and sinking ships;

Cheers of victory on dying lips;

Days of plenty and days of peace;

March of a strong land's swift increase;
Equal justice, right and law,

Stately honor and reverend awe;

Sign of a nation, great and strong

To ward her people from foreign wrong:
Pride and glory and honor, - all

Live in the colors to stand or fall.

Hats off!

Along the street there comes

A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;
And loyal hearts are beating high:
Hats off!

The flag is passing by!

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RICHARD HOVEY

LOVE IN THE WINDS

When I am standing on a mountain crest,
Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray,
My love of you leaps foaming in my breast,
Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray;
My heart bounds with the horses of the sea,
And plunges in the wild ride of the night,
Flaunts in the teeth of tempest the large glee

That rides out Fate and welcomes gods to fight.
Ho, love, I laugh aloud for love of you,
Glad that our love is fellow to rough weather,-