Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 309, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 January 1918 — "SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE" [ARTICLE]

"SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE"

By EMMA COWAN BARBER.

pioon .Bqt t abv anxi itoua car*, at ?io iaa tuft saggggSSMß*Her loyal heart is there, “somewhere tn France.” "Sotrrewhere in France” her lover waltz the call K '' . To hurl himself amid the battle’s pall; S Gone from her side, when an their rosy dreams Had led through peaceful fields, by laughing streams'. ■ She would not call him back, for this she knows. Wherever he may go “Old Glory" goes. Though thus may end for her life’s dear romance, ./ s Her loyal heart is there, "somewhere 1b France.” S "Somewhere in France," her bafoy Ups rapes t; \ She lifts Inquiring eyes, so gravely sweet. Torn from her arms, her father marched < away, And mother’s face grows paler, day by day. She may not know that where their loved one walks, ' %£ By night and day, a frightful spectra stalks; t That now, their pictured faces lie, perchance. Against a silent heart,, “somewhere is Franca”

“Somewhere in France,” her brother, or the field. Presents his splendid body as her shield; Willing to die, or live a hopeless’ wreck. If so, he helps to hold the foe in check. Through busy days she feels the seasoni drag; Her thoughts are with her brother, ant the flag; With heart aflame, defiance in her glance She longs to fight with him “somewhert in France.” "Somewhere in Frafice" her son is at hit post, Impatient to confront the hostile host; Torn from her arms where yesterday, if seems, He lay, an Infant, smiling in his dreams. And now, from smoke wreaths, dart • against the skies. His dear face seems to look, with smiling *' eyes. If he should die, this boon a harsh fats ’ - Krants; ; . He’ll die with honor bright "somewbers in France.” “Somewhere in France,” a million hearts are there, A million souls are rapt in silent prayer. Prayer for the loved, wherever they may be, - And prayer for those enslaved, they fight to fred. Unknown to us • the field where duties call, But one there is. who watches over all; Who guides our flag, that truth may still advance— Our God is with them all "somewhere in France.”