Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

For the Old

These are the things I pray Heaven send us still,
To blow the ashes of the years away,
Or keep aglow forever 'neath their gray
The fire that warms when Life's old house grows chill:
First Faith, that gazed into our youth's bright eyes;
Courage, that helped us onward, rain or sun;
Then Hope, who captained all our deeds well done;
And, last, the dream of Love that never dies.

1. In the Mountains
2. The Iron Cross
3. Above the Vales
4. Zero
5. Communicants

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