a day when the Shepherd forgot
And heaped on his realm all the woes that war brings,
And bartering his purple for the greed of his heart
He lost both the sceptre and Chrism of Kings.

For Miss Katherine Brégy.

TIPPERARY

(New version.)

I'm not going to Tipperary for I've better work to do,
I am dreaming of a new device to catch each German crew;
And when we've chased them thro' the deep, Ach Gott! what
            fun there'll be
Rounding up the Teuton "subs" in the blue and vasty sea.
    So, good-bye, Tipperary! Farewell, Slieve-na-mon!
    I leave you for a season to chase the murderous Hun;
    Von Tirpitz knows their hiding-place and I'll find out, too,
    So, good-bye, Tipperary, till we've caught each pirate crew.

Then I'll go to Tipperary with its hills of emerald green,
Where the skies are full of splendor and each peasant girl a queen;
Where the men know naught but honor and where duty is their goal;
Where the shadows from the mountains are but sunlight to the soul.
    So, good-bye, Tipperary, till we've rounded up each crew,
    Then I'll turn my face to greet you for to you I'll e'er be true;
    So I'm off to chase the pirates and the ocean aisles to sweep,
    Ach Himmel, Tipperary! there'll be fun upon the deep.

For Rev. J. B. Bollard.

GATHER THE HARVEST

Gather the harvest though reaped in death,
    Under the pale, pale moon;
For the lilies that joyed in the breath of morn
    Shall know not the ardor of noon:
So, the souls that grow strong, in patriot love,
    Shall be garnered on Death's dark field,
Ere the noontide rays have touched the vale
    And burnished with gold life's shield.

Gather the harvest though reaped in death,
    Where the sword has struck for Right,
And cleft a way for Freedom's path,
    Through the dark and tremulous night:
For the golden grain on the altar flames
    And lights each pilgrim throng,
As they meet in joy 'round that altar bright
    Where Justice shall right each wrong.

For Miss Helen Merrill.

THE KAISER'S "PLACE IN THE SUN"

The Kaiser is seeking "a place in the Sun"
    But I fear he'll have to wait,
Till another eclipse has dulled its face
    And the Allies have woven his fate:
For the "spots" on the Sun are all occupied
    With a race descended from Mars;
So there's no place in the heavens for schrecklich Wilhelm,
    Not even among the Stars.

What boots it, Wilhelm, that your guns are big,
    And your Zeppelins soar by night,
Since against you are leagued the earth and stars
    And you're sure to lose in the fight.
You have drenched the world with heroic blood,
    And stained the record of Man,
But you'll presently get your "place in the Sun,"
    Yes, the hottest since time began,

For T. J. Murphy.