Golden and warm in the dusk and the friendly hills
Rolled dark and high on the west where the sun had gone.
Rolled long and familiar to the north, when the wind was still.
The lights of these homes that shine in the tranquil dusk,
In the blue and violet burning dusk of home.
Are the hearts that hold you warm, as the rose's musk
Lives and breathes for our love, when its petals are foam.
Now the cold comes down over the valley: the white star
Burns clean as white ash over the Holyoke range.
Along the dark Connecticut, scattered afar
The deep lights glowing - the loves that cannot change
Anymore than these woods can change - these woods that knew
Your step, your voice, the sound of your gun in October.
The roads through hemlock, the partridge that thundered and flew.
The leaf-mold under your feet, the blue sky over.
Prospect, where the pines are, lakes of your fishing and skating,
Towers of the college, black against winter sky -
These are your real self; when the fighting and hating
Pale in your pulse, these are what you are still known by.
These are what guards our hearts, and yours together.
This is the love the valley keeps, through the winter weather.
By Pvt. TILLMAN I. JAMES
Who is that man, when skies are grey,
To whom is said, "Take over, son?"
Who flies the ship till vict'rys won
In hopes that he may see a better day?
He's the man who lends the heft,
Who lifts the wheels and drops the flaps
With hopes that someday he perhaps
May ride the seat of glory on the left.
He's the man, when ack-ack sings,
Who sweats it out while in the thick,
While pilot's busy with the stick,
Checking gas and other sundry things.
He's the man, when plans are made,
That silent one without a voice
Who listens to the pilot's choice
And wishes he but ranked a higher grade.
He's the man, when day is done,
When stomach thinks of dining halls,
When muscles ache; but pilt calls,
"You alert the ship tonight, my son."
And he's the man, when generals fly
To decorate for gallantry,
Is told, when asking "How 'bout me?"
That "Yours is really not to reason why."
By Lt. DAVID K. HAYWARD