A Daughter Removed To Heaven

Look up look up, and weep not so,
Thy darling is not dead;
Her sinless soul has entered now
Yon sky's empurpled bed ;
Her spirit drinks new life and light,
'Mid bowers of endless bloom;
It is but perishable stuff
That moulders in the tomb.

A Song For Little Patriots

We are but young, yet still we stand
''For God and home and native land,''
Bearing our colors hand in hand.

Ring, ring! O bells, across the sea!
Bear the glad tidings of the free,
The story of our victory.

The flag we love we still shall hold
Through coming days as we grow old;
We prize our freedom more then gold.

Then ring and swing, O bells of joy!
May every little girl and boy
The freedom of our land enjoy.