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Gay, Byron., My Angel of the Flaming Cross. Gay, Byron., My Angel of the Flaming Cross.
• Gay, Byron.
  My Angel of the Flaming Cross.
  Sunset Publishing Corp, New York, 1918, Wraps, , , Very Good
  
  

  [1], 2-3, [1] pp. Some wear at edges. As sung by Madame Schumann-Heink for our boys of the Army and Navy. Byron Gay wrote the music for the L. Frank Baum song "Susan Doozan." Madame Schumann-Heink was an operatic contralto, most highly respected at the time, associated with the Bayreuth festival and the Metropolitan Opera, and a familiar of Struass and Mahler. During WWI she toured the United States raising money for the war effort even though she had sons in both the German and the U.S. Navy. ''There's an angel over there An angel from I know not where Smiling sweetly through her tears She drove my fears away. Little Girl who nursed me through, I owe my life to you Oh Come back, love that I found and lost My Angel of the Flaming Cross.''

  
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THE HOLLY-TREE

O reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
Its glossy leaves
Ordered by an Intelligence so wise
As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.

Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen,
Wrinkled and keen;
No grazing cattle, through their prickly round,
Can reach to wound;
But, as they grow where nothing is to fear,
Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.

I love to view these things with curious eyes,
And moralize;
And in this wisdom of the Holly-tree
Can emblem see
Wherewith, perchance, to make a pleasant rhyme, -
One which may profit in the after-time.

Thus, though abroad, perchance, I might appear
Harsh and austere;
To those who on my leisure would intrude,
Reserved and rude;
Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be,
Like the high leaves upon the Holly-tree.

And should my youth - as youth is apt, I know, -
Some harshness show,
All vain asperities I, day by day,
Would wear away,
Till the smooth temper of my age should be
Like the high leaves upon the Holly-tree.

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly-leaves their fadeless hues display
Less bright than they;
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree? -

So, serious should my youth appear among
The thoughtless throng;
So would I seem, amid the young and gay,
More grave than they;
That in my age as cheerful I might be
As the green winter of the Holly-tree.