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# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/Labor Day/Labor

LABOR.
FRANCIS OSGOOD.
Pause not to dream of the future before us;
Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o’er us,
Hark! how Creation’s deep musical chorus,
 Unintermitting, goes up into Heaven!
Never the ocean-wave falters in flowing,
Never the little seed stops in its growing, More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing,
 Till from its nourishing stem it is riven.
“Labor is worship!” the robin is singing;
“Labor is worship!” the wild bee is ringing;
Listen! that eloquent whisper unspringing,
 Speaks to thy soul from out Nature’s heart.
From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower;
From the rough sod comes the soft-breathing flower;
From the small insect, the rich coral bower;
 Only man, in the plan, ever shrinks from his part.   Labor is life!—’Tis the still water faileth;
Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth;
Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth:
 Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon.
Labor is glory!—the flying cloud lightens;
Only the waving wing changes and brightens;
Idle hearts only the dark future frightens;
 Play the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune.
Labor is rest—from the sorrows that greet us;
Rest from all petty vexations that meet us.
Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us.
 Rest from world-sirens that lead us to ill.
Work,—and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow;
Work,—thou shalt ride o’er care’s coming billow;
Lie not down wearied ’neath woe’s weeping willow;
 Work with a stout heart and resolute will.
Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee;
Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee;
Look on yon pure heaven smiling beyond thee;
 Rest not content in thy darkness,—a clod.
Work for some good,—be it ever so slowly;
Cherish some flower,—be it ever so lowly;
Labor!—all labor is noble and holy;
 Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.
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# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/O, wat ye wha's in yon Town?

O, WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN?
TUNE—'THE BONIE LASS IN YON TOWN.'
# O, wat ye wha's in yon Town?

* "O, wat ye wha's", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "O, wat ye wha's in yon Town?", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Book of Scottish Song/O, wat ye wha's

O, wat ye wha's.
[This is another composition of Burns's, to the tune "I'll gang nae mair to yon toun." It appears, along with the above, in Johnson's Museum. "Jean" was the original heroine of the song, but Burns afterwards altered the name to "Lucy," in honour of the lady of R. A. Oswald, Esq. of Auchincruive, Ayrshire, who fell a victim to consumption in 1798, when only about thirty years of age. Her maiden name was Lucy Johnston.]
O, wat ye wha's in yon toun, Ye see the e'ening sun upon? The fairest maid's in yon toun, That e'ening sun is shining on.
Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree; How blest, ye flow'rs, that round her blaw! Ye catch the glances o' her e'e.
How blest, ye birds, that round her sing, And welcome in the blooming year! And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Jeanie dear!
The sun blinks blythe on yon toun, Amang yon broomy braes sae green: But my delight, in yon toun, And dearest pleasure, is my Jean.
Without my love, not a' the charms Of Paradise could yield me joy; But gi'e me Jeanie in my arms, And welcome Lapland's drearie sky.
My cave wad be a lover's bower, Though raging winter rent the air; And she a lovely little flower, That I wad tent and shelter there.
O sweet is she in yon toun, The sinking sun's gane dwn upon; The dearest maid's in yon toun, His setting beam e'er shone upon.
If angry fate be sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom'd to bear, I'll careless quit aught else below; But spare, oh! spare me Jeanie dear.
​For, while life's dearest blood runs warm, My thoughts frae her shall ne'er depart. For, as most lovely is her form, She has the truest, kindest heart.
# The Highland Lassie (Burns)

* "The Highland Lassie", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The Highland Lassie", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The Highland Lassie

THE HIGHLAND LASSIE.
TUNE—'THE DEUKS DANG O'ER MY DADDY.'
# Allister M'Allister (1823, Stirling)

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Allister M’Allister;
to which are added,
The Bird.
Louden's Bonny Woods and
Braes.
The Parting Kiss.
The Birks of Aberfeldy.
STIRLING;
Printed by W. Macnie.
1823.
* Allister M'Allister
* The Parting Kiss
* The Bird
* Louden's Bonny Woods and Braes
* The Birks of Aberfeldy
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# Allister M'Allister (1823, Stirling)/Allister M'Allister

ALLISTER M'ALLISTER.
O Allister McAllister,
Your chanter sets us a'astir,
Then to your bags, and blaw wi' bir,
We'll dance the Highland fling.
Now Allister has tun'd his pipes,
And thrang as bum bees frae their ykes,
The lads and lasses loup the dykes,
And gather on the green.
O Allister McAllister. &c.
The miller Hab was fidging fain
To dance the Highland fling is lane,
He lap as high as Elspa's wame,
The like was never seen
As round about the ring he whuds,
And cracks his thumb, and shakes his duds,
The meal flew frae his tale in cluds,
And blinded a' their een.
O Allister M'Allister, &c.
Neist rackle-handed smiddy Jock, A' blacker'd o'er wi' coom and smoke,
Wi' shachlin blear-e'ed Bess did yoke—
That slaverin gabbit quean. ​He shook his doublet in the wund,
His feet like hammers strack the grund,
The very moudiwarts were stunn'd,
Nor kend what it could mean.
O Allister McAllister, &c.
Now wanton Willie was nae blate,
For he got haud o' winsome Kate,
Come here quo' he I'll shew the gate
To dance the Highland fling.
The Highland fling he danc'd wi' glee,
And lap as he were gaun to flee
Kate bak'd and babb'd sae bonnilie,
And tript it neat and clean.
O Allister M'Allister,&c.
Now Allister has done his best,
And weary houghs are wantin rest, Besides they sair wi' drouth were strest,
Wi' dancing sae, I ween,
I true the gantrees gat a lift,
And round the bicker flew like drift,
And Allister that very night
Could scarcely stand his lane.
O Allister McAllister,
Your chanter sets us a' astir,
Then to your bags and blaw wi' bir,
We'll dance the highland fling.
# Allister M'Allister (1823, Stirling)/The Birks of Aberfeldy

THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.
FINIS
# Allister M'Allister (1823, Stirling)/Louden's Bonny Woods and Braes

LOUDEN'S BONNY WOODS AND BRAES
# Ruins

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* "Ruins", a poem by George Herbert Clarke
* "Ruins", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "Ruins", a poem by Rebecca Queen Jordan
# Poems (Elgee, 1907)/The brothers

POEMS.
# The Brothers

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* The Brothers, a short story by Louisa May Alcott
* "The Brothers", a poem by Mary Louisa Chitwood
* "The brothers", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "The Brothers", a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
* "The Brothers", a poem by Marietta Holley
* "The Brothers", a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
* "The Brothers", a ballad by William Wordsworth
# Today

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* "To-day", a poem by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge
* "To-day", a poem by Julia Caroline Dorr
* "To-day", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "To-Day", a poem by Ralph Walto Emerson
* "To-day", a poem by Wilfrid J. Halliday
* "To-day", a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
* "To-day", a poem by Sarah Piatt
* "Today", a song by Charles Albert Tindley
# Discipline

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* "Discipline", a poem by Gladys Cromwell
* "Discipline", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
# A Lament

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### Lament

* "Lament", a poem by Countee Cullen
* "Lament", a poem by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
* "Lament", a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
* "Lament", a poem by Katharine Tynan

### A Lament

* "A lament", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "A Lament", a poem by Mary Noel McDonald
* "A Lament", a poem by Maria Theresa Rice
* "A Lament", a poem by Louise Jopling Rowe
* "A Lament", a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
* "A Lament", a poem by Katharine Tynan
* "A Lament", a poem by Oscar Wilde
* "A Lament", a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
* "A Lament", a poem by George Edward Woodberry
* "A Lament", a poem by Ella Young
# Undine

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* Undine, a novel by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué
* "Undine", a poem by Anne Whitney
# Opportunity

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* "Opportunity", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "The Opportunity", a poem by Thomas Hardy
* "Opportunity", a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
* "Opportunity", a poem by Mary Newmarch Prescott
* Opportunity: A Journal of Negro Life, a magazine from the first half of the 20th century
# A Remonstrance

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* "A remonstrance", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "A Remonstrance", a poem by Frances Sargent Osgood
# Exile

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* "Exile ", a poem by Richard Aldington
* "The Exile", a poem by Felicia Dorothea Browne (Why memory recal the chearful hours)
* "Exile", a poem by Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth ("The sun is only the sun here")
* "The exile", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "The Exile", a poem by Ebenezer Elliott (Descend from heaven, proud prosperer! and, oh, give)
* "The Exile", a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson (In Farsistan the violet spreads)
* "The Exile", a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson (The heavy blue chain)
* "Exile", a poem by Duncan Forbes
* "Exile", a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
* "The Exile", a poem by Felicité Robert de Lamennais, translated by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (I wandered through the nations, and I gazed)
* "Exile", a poem by Walter de la Mare
* "The Exile", a poem by John Cowper Powys (Exiled and alone)
* "The Exile", a poem by Henri de Régnier
* "The Exile", a poem by Clark Ashton Smith (Against my heart your heart is closed; you bid me go)
* "Exile", a poem by Elizabeth Stoddard

### Encyclopaedia articles

* "Exile," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Exile," in Easton's Bible Dictionary (1897)

## See also

* Exiles
* Exiled
* In Exile
# Theodore Laugesen to Carl Laugesen

Letter from Theodore Laugesen to his younger brother Carl Laugesen
Palogon Block
Abasia
Egypt
The Young Men’s Christian Association with H. M. Mediterranean Expeditionary Force in Egypt
Feb 17/2/ 1916
Dear Carl
I got your welcome letter dated Nov 12. You will be supprised to see I am here at Cairo. I have been shifted from one hospital after another and hope to be sent home for a rest sometime if I have luck. I have just about recovered from my illness now and am fat as a porker a stomach like a retired publican. I am glad to see you are still in the same job. It does not pay to be allways shifting around. Don’t become a wanderer like me, try to stick in the one place for a good while and save up, you will be able to travel in comfort when you want too. I have had a letter from Norman, when I was in Cairo ​and he seemed to be getting along allright now. His letters are still a bit haram scaroom. But he seems to have got a fair job. I am in Baraks here at present and right next to us is the Australian Camel corps. It is a great sight to see five hundred Camels trotting over the Desert forming fours just like horses. But they are savage brutes and I would not care to be joined to that Corps though they get ten shillings a day. The Camels can trot faster than a horse can gallop and keep up the pace for five days on a stretch, without water or food so you see they are just the thing for chasing the wild Arabs over the desert. I will be pleased when They send me back for a rest. All my hair has come off with the shaves but is growing again now. They had ​me strapped down in bed for a week. They say I was raving mad I cannot remember anything about it. It is a rotten thing this typhus and it has clamed a lot of New Zealander There is a whole cemetary of them back on (illegible text) Island. It is just beginning to get warm here again now and the sooner they ship us away the better. We cannot get better when the warm weather comes so they have to send all Typhus patients back to N.Z. Do you ever see any thing of Willie now. I have just got a letter from Julie saying you have spent a couple of weeks a Rotoruan. Now I must close. Hoping this finds you well and happy
I Remain your Loving Brother Theodore
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# Eldred Letter - 1918 B

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​Somewhere in Italy July 23, 1918
Dear Mother,
It seems strange to head a letter somewhere but that is all we can do. I hope by this time you will have received my first letter where I wrote on the boat and upon my arrival on this side of the pond.
We are located in Italian Naval Barracks for a few days to rest up from trip and before we make the last leg of the journey. It is very warm here so we are taking things easy. The Italians have been very hospitable to us in fact more so than were the French. One meets many Italians who have been to the “States” and have come over for the war. Every one says he will go back after the war.
The railroads are so poor here ​that if they handle other matters in the same manner I can readily see how the Germans have done so well. We rode in second class coaches but were hitched to a freight train and it took us 10 days to make our way here. We were glad that we did not ride in box cars.
In France the Americans are gradually taking over the management of the railroads and one sees a great many American locomotives hauling American box-cars manned by American train crews. The army is doing wonderful work in France and making good the Yankee boast and giving good cheer to the French who are tired of “La Guerre”. Most of the people say that another year will see the end of the war.
My little knowledge of French ​came in handy and I acted as interpreter for the boys and if I were in France I have heard no news of the war since I left the States and no one here hears any news. You know more at home about the war than we do here.
The interesting part of the trip as regards scenery was on the “Riviera” from Nice through Monte Carlo to Genoa.
My address I will give you in a weeks time as we hope to be at our destination by that time.
We have been the first Yankee sailors through this country and are quite a curiosity in this section. The town here is just as dirty as you said the Italian towns were only a little more ​so. It was impossible to buy bread in France unless you had a meal ticket and sugar is not to be seen. The people are not starving so far as I can see. If the wine was cut out in these countries maybe they would be better off.
As for myself I am feeling O.K. and I think I have pushed up a little weight since leaving the States. After seeing this country and the way people live here I am doubly proud that I am an American. It will teach the Americans to appreciate their home more they have done before. With love to you and Johnnie. Arthur
Later
My address will be
c/o Postmaster
Sub Chaser Base at Base 25 Naval Expeditionary Forces
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# Greeting to American Soldiers by the Women of France

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July 4, 1918
To the Men of the American Expeditionary Force:
At the great and historical moment when the American troops are landing on French soil, the Women of France extend to them a heartfelt welcome full of gratitude and admiration.
They wish that every American soldier setting foot on their dear land could hear voiced in one loud jubilating sound all that French hearts feel for those who have crossed the ocean to fight for the Liberty and Freedom of the World.
Tenderly and reverently they welcome the men from America who have come to help them in their hour of direful need. More tenderly and reverently still their voices and hearts cry out to the Women of that distant land, to the Mothers, Wives and Sweethearts who have gladly and proudly given their dear ones, and nobly done their share in the struggle for Right and Justice.
They feel confident that America's mighty effort will help to win the war, the wicked, cruel, unjust war that has caused so many tears to flow, so many hearts to break. They know that the men who fight under the Stars and Stripes will rid France of her foul enemy and take away from the civilized world the menace of a shameful slavery.
The Old world and the New will cling together through fair and stormy weather until the great day of Victory that will bring to the future generations the blessings of Liberty and lasting Peace.
United in the same struggle for the same great ends: Conquer we must when our cause it is just. And this be our motto, "In God is our trust." Long live the United States! Long live France!
Ligue patriotique des Francaises du Havre, July 4, 1918
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# Pacifist War Song

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Published in March 1917; negative satire of pacifists
We are the valiant Knights of Peace
Who prattle for the Right: Our banner is of snowy fleece, Inscrib’d: "TOO PROUD TO FIGHT!"
By sweet Chautauqua’s flow’ry banks We love to sing and play, But should we spy a foeman’s ranks! We’d proudly run away!
When Prussian fury sweeps the main Our freedom to deny; Of tyrant laws we ne’er complain; But gladsomely comply!
We do not fear the submarines That plough the troubled foam; We scorn the ugly old machines - And safely stay at home!
They say our country’s close to war And soon must man the guns; But we see naught to struggle for - We love the gentle Huns!
What though their hireling Greaser bands Invade our southern plains? We well can spare those boist’rous lands, Content with what remains!
Our fathers were both rude and bold, And would not live like brothers; But we are of a finer mould - We’re much more like our mothers!
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# The Enormous Room

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autobiographical novel about the author's temporary imprisonment in France during World War I
The Enormous Room
by
E. E. Cummings
Boni and Liveright
Publishers:New York
The Enormous Room
Copyright, 1922, by Boni & Liveright, Inc.
Printed in the United States of America
First printing, January, 1922 Second printing, March, 1927
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | | PAGE |
| | Introduction | i-vi |
| I. | I Begin a Pilgrimage | 9 |
| II. | En Route | 26 |
| III. | A Pilgrim's Progress | 38 |
| IV. | Le Nouveau | 58 |
| V. | A Group of Portraits | 98 |
| VI. | Apollyon | 120 |
| VII. | An Approach to the Delectable Mountains | 144 |
| VIII. | The Wanderer | 174 |
| IX. | Zoo-Loo | 186 |
| X. | Surplice | 205 |
| XI. | Jean Le Nègre | 218 |
| XII. | Three Wise Men | 239 |
| XIII. | I Say Goodbye to La Misere | 255 |
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