Ballads of Peace in War

<h2> THE TOWERS OF HOLY CROSS </h2> <p>(For W. M. Letts)<br/></p> <p>The roads look up to Holy Cross,<br/> The sturdy towers look down,<br/> And show a kindly word to all<br/> Who pass by Worcester Town;<br/> And once you'd see the boys at play,<br/> Or marching cap and gown.<br/> <br/> The gallant towers at Holy Cross<br/> Are silent night and day,<br/> A few young lads are left behind<br/> Who still may take their play;<br/> The Cross and Flag look out afar<br/> For them that went away.<br/> <br/> And mine are gone, says Beaven Hall,<br/> To camps by hill and plain,<br/> And mine along by Newport Sea,<br/> Says the high tower of O'Kane;<br/> I follow mine, Alumni calls,<br/> Across the watery main.<br/> <br/> Their sires were in the old Brigade<br/> That won at Fontenoy,<br/> Stood true at Washington's right hand,<br/> that were his faith and joy:<br/> From Holy Cross to Fredericksburg<br/> Is many a gallant boy.<br/> <br/> Then God be with you, says the Cross,<br/> And the brave towers looking down;<br/> I'll be your cloth, sings out the Flag,<br/> For other cap and gown,<br/> And may we see you safe again,<br/> On the hills of Worcester Town.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"></SPAN></p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />