The Bee's Bayonet (a Little Honey and a Little Sting) / Camouflage in Word Painting

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CONTENTS

PROEM

BEHOLD A MAN!

THE JULOGY

ENGLAND

PREPAREDNESS

THE FUGITIVE KISS

NEW MEXICAN NATIONAL ANTHEM

LOVE

STRONGARM'S WATERLOO

THE SPIRIT OF FRANCE

WAR

SONG OF THE SAMSONS

SIX DAYS

A PROTEST

A PRAYER

SINCE THE LITTLE ONE CAME

RUN ALONG, LITTLE GIRL!

A RETROSPECT

THE EAGLE SCREAMS

THE SERVICE STAR

SOME DAY

THE CRUISE OF THE SEA SERPENT

AMERICA

LIFE AND LOVE

LIFE IN DEATH

GERMANY

ITALY

MARY IS MERRY NO MORE

I SHOT AN ARROW

FIXING THE BLAME

LOVE'S RECOMPENSE

ADAM'S ALE

RUSSIA

BELGIUM

OUR FRIENDS ACROSS THE STREET

EPITAPHS

THE CONQUEST OF THE SUN

OWED TO A ROACH

THE MOODS OF THE WINDS

THE TOXIC TIPPET

TWENTY-THIRD PSALM

FRIENDSHIP

PARAMOUNT PROBLEMS

A REUNION

THE CRUISE OF THE SQUIRREL

JINGLES

THE WEIGHT OF LOVE

DO IT!

AMENITIES

"DANSER SUR UN VULCAN"

AT THE BULGING UDDER TIME

VAGARIES

A SHATTERED ROMANCE

THE MILKY WAY

THE LOGOTHETE

THE PRICE OF PEACE

MEN HAD HORNS THEN

SUB ROSA

WHITMANESQUE

AN APEOLOGY

THE BUG

WAKE, MY LOVE!

FIRST PSALM

NOT PEACE, BUT REVENGE!

HEREDITY

THE CALL OF THE HOMESTEAD

DECIMAL POINTS

BELLES-LETTRES

SANDY, THE PIPER

"BEN BOLT"

EXCELSIOR

HER AND HIM

THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIVING

THE SIXTH OF APRIL

BENEATH A CLOUD

THE COLUMBIAD

HE'S ALL RIGHT, BUT !

NATURE'S STUDIO

PICARDY

AMERICA'S PRAYER

EPILOGUE

BY
EDWIN ALFRED WATROUS
Author of "The Fooliam"

BOSTON
RICHARD G. BADGER
THE GORHAM PRESS

Copyright, 1918, by Edwin Alfred Watrous
All Rights Reserved

Made in the United States of America
The Gorham Press, Boston, U.S.A.


Dedicated to
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CIVILIZATION'S CRUSADER.

To Thee, My Native Land, America!
My heart with pride is filled: my lips exult
Because Thou art my Home—my Fatherland.
Beneath the Constellation of the States,
Set in the firmament of fadeless blue,
I bare my head and hail the Stars and Stripes,
Proud Emblem of our Unity and Might.
My Country calls! I give what I possess,—
All! All I say! and giving thus, regret
That my poor contribution to thy needs,
In hours of peril when dark war-clouds loom,
Is such a paltry thing
When measured by the debt of gratitude
I owe for Liberty.
All that I am and have belongs to Thee.
Upon thy Altar Fires,
Where Freedom glows and glorifies Mankind,
I consecrate
My flood-tide strength, my substance—life itself!
And rate not this as sacrifice
That gives me pleasure to repay
In this small way
Thy boon and bounty, priceless Liberty.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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