Hurrah For Roosevelt

Hurrah For Roosevelt.
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I see a grand old castle.
With turret tall and grim,
O’ergrown with climbing ivy.
Till you scarce can see within.
And it the quaint old ruin.
That stands upon the wall,
I seem to hear the knights of old,
In joyous triumphs call.
In ancient shining armor.
They stand in bright array.
Their keen and fashing sabers,
Are ready for the fray.
But as they just pass muster
And march forth toward the goal,
A higher power called them
And claimed each warrior’s soul.
And still their deeds are written
In the annals of the past.
That come to us in whispers,
Or in the trumpets blast.
And Washington is marching.
With Grant and Lincoln true.
And stars and stripes are waving.
Their red, their white and blue.
The glorious Fourth for freedom,
Its banner sttil displays,
And hearts are warm and young again,
While shouting forth its praise.
McKinley has passed muster,
His soul is marching on.
With Grant and Lee and Custer.
And all the loved ones gone.
And Roosevelt is waving
The flag from sea to sea,
Each storm and trial braving.
Gallant and brave is he.
And while we shout for freedom
And bare each humble head,
Let’s say, hurrah for the living
While we’re mourning for the dead.
Jennie Patterson.I see a grand old castle.
With turret tall and grim,
O’ergrown with climbing ivy.
Till you scarce can see within.
And it the quaint old ruin.
That stands upon the wall,
I seem to hear the knights of old,
In joyous triumphs call.
In ancient shining armor.
They stand in bright array.
Their keen and fashing sabers,
Are ready for the fray.
But as they just pass muster
And march forth toward the goal,
A higher power called them
And claimed each warrior’s soul.
And still their deeds are written
In the annals of the past.
That come to us in whispers,
Or in the trumpets blast.
And Washington is marching.
With Grant and Lincoln true.
And stars and stripes are waving.
Their red, their white and blue.
The glorious Fourth for freedom,
Its banner sttil displays,
And hearts are warm and young again,
While shouting forth its praise.
McKinley has passed muster,
His soul is marching on.
With Grant and Lee and Custer.
And all the loved ones gone.
And Roosevelt is waving
The flag from sea to sea,
Each storm and trial braving.
Gallant and brave is he.
And while we shout for freedom
And bare each humble head,
Let’s say, hurrah for the living
While we’re mourning for the dead.
-Jennie Patterson
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