George Faunce Whitcomb

“ We have loved under heaven's blue
And have trembled at passion's will.
And we found through it all, we two,
That our love puts sorrow away;
And each year that comes we find new
Joys in being together alway. ”

“ I asked you if, when Twilight's hours have sped,
⁠A vague yearning cries in your soul,
Craving the warmth of a word yet unsaid,
⁠Some rapture you could not control -
⁠⁠And for answer you pressed not my hand. ”

“ You want me, my love, to carry you away,
⁠Far away from laws that oppress,
To some Twlight shore where happiness
Begins over all, and Life is a roundelay;
⁠To a land of raprous tenderness,
Where Laughter and Love are forever at play? ”

“ I have slept nights in the Mission,
⁠Called Chinatown's heaven of rest;
Where exist broken men with ambition
⁠But to escape Life's leering jest.
I have dwelt in marble halls and have known
⁠The mockery of Fortune's smile ”

“ A cupful of hope when you're proving your worth,
And a mother's blessing beside.
A cupful of courage when things look bleak;
A cupful of prayer when you wander afar;
A cupful of fear when your grip's growing weak ”

“ I have heard thy voice these many nights,
Vague beckning with promise of delights
I dare not even hope to know.
They slender arms with their soft, lithe strength
Seemed wrapped about me until at length
I slept within their precious fold. ”

“ THE AVIATOR Strong youth he was still in his teens,
When war clouds rumbled from on high,
And pondering deeply what best means
To serve his land he chose to fly.
Forthwith he gave his mind and strength
To train acutely ear and eye-
That he might prove his worth at length
And win distinction in the sky.
Each day he strove with all his might ”

“ Cursing fighting struggling, through barbed-wire mesh
To gain their right to sing the song of songs,
The righteous brotherhood of man.
And in the background of the fiendish strife,
Huddled together with babes at their breast,
Lay starved naked women slashed by the knife
Of the hellish foe whose tortures attest
They scorn the brotherhood of man. ”

“ A cupful of pain when you love;
Then cupfuls of earth to hide your remains;
And a mother's blessing beside.
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