George Faunce Whitcomb

“ 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 ”

“ 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. ”