University of Denver - Kynewisbok Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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' KYNEVQISBCK19 Our Service Flag The sky is very sullen, very grayg NVe know not what may come from day to dayg ' lfach hour is fraught with peril and with fear, And menace to all things which life holds dear. Flags flutter high-and those of scarlet hue Wlith snowy background darkly starred with blue Are ev'rywhere. And as we pass along We see in mind the youthful. eager throng- The lads who've left the happy, care-free days, Whose feet have met the parting of the ways, W'ho face courageously the toil, the strife. Wlho may be called to make the sacrifice. Not even love can hold them back. Aglow. They join the ranks 'gainst Freedom's fearful foe. Our Alma Mater has giv'n her sons to Fame- And they, in turn, have magnified her name. She's dedicated them to letters- And now to llV3.l'. VVith sad and weary heart, And yet with smiles, with courage, love and pride She sees the red and gold borne far and wide For Liberty. for Truth, for Right. And one by one The stars of memory blossom for each son. She hangs her symbol-and she seems to hear Throughout the silence, ringing sweet and clear, A whisper- XVe, thy boys, can hear thy call, Can feel thy love, Oh. Mother of us all! There are shadowy forms to greet us on the campus of today- Silent ghosts of lads who'vc wandered far and wide. The merry boyishness has goneg the laughter's died away- For lNar-grim-visaged XVar-is by their side. And their eager hands are ready For the struggle and the strife: And their dauntless hearts are steady XVith the joy of sacrihce. VVe've sent them forth-ri gallant band-our youthful sons of Mars- And all our sky of memory has blossomed into stars. And some in navy blue have gone where lie the mighty shipsg And some are in the air tleet's swift advance. And some. with shining eyes, with cheeks aflame, with smiling lips To throbbing drum, are on their way-to France! XVillingly they bear the burden That the nations may be freeg Valiantly they seek the guerdon Of a world democracy. 'Neath the emblem of our banner with its white and crimson bars, VVhile all our sky of memory has blossomed into stars. Oh, God of Rattles, hold them in Thy guidance and Thy care, And bring them back to old familiar ways! Give those on treach'rous sea, 'mid canuon's roar, in perilous air. Our word of gratitude, of pride. of praise, Wlith passion ever glorious To strike a mighty blowg VVith paean all victorious O'er dread and deadly foe. Bid them return, and may they know, these youthful Sons of Mars, That, here, our sky of memory has blossomed into stars! Lindsee Barbee. Page Twelrt