Song for a Lost Comrade

"Song for a Lost Comrade: To O. B. J." by Jessie Fauset

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               <l>Oh the fields glint gold and the trees flare red,</l>
               <l>And the sky is as blue as the sky may be;</l>
               <l>And the Past is past and the Dead are dead,</l>
               <l>And Life laughs in front of us fair and free!</l>
               <l>So it's, Ho Friends, a toast!</l>
               <l>Let us drink high together,</l>
               <l>Pledging, Life, Love and Laughter, in the gay, gold weather!</l>
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               <l>True, alas, there is One that is gone from our throng,</l>
               <l>A Comrade to all and a good Friend was she;</l>
               <l>And clear came her laughter and sweet rang her song—</l>
               <l>But now she lies hushed by the bent birch tree.</l>
               <l>She'd be first, Friends to cry:</l>
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               <l>Ah she raised Life's cup and drank of it, too,</l>
               <l>And Pain, like Joy, found a smile in her eye;</l>
               <l>At all times most tender; to all trusts most true,</l>
               <l>She had learned how to live, so she knew how to die.</l>
               <l>Nay, no tears, Friends. A Toast:</l>
               <l>Let us drink deep together,</l>
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Song for a Lost Comrade: To O. B. J.

Publication Information

Transcribed from a PDF of The Crisis 25.1 made available by the Modernist Journals Project
Oh the fields glint gold and the trees flare red, And the sky is as blue as the sky may be; And the Past is past and the Dead are dead, And Life laughs in front of us fair and free! So it's, Ho Friends, a toast! 5 Let us drink high together, Pledging, Life, Love and Laughter, in the gay, gold weather! True, alas, there is One that is gone from our throng, A Comrade to all and a good Friend was she; And clear came her laughter and sweet rang her song— But now she lies hushed by the bent birch tree. She'd be first, Friends to cry: 5 Let us drink high together, Pledging, Life, Love and Laughter, in the gay, gold weather! Ah she raised Life's cup and drank of it, too, And Pain, like Joy, found a smile in her eye; At all times most tender; to all trusts most true, She had learned how to live, so she knew how to die. Nay, no tears, Friends. A Toast: 5 Let us drink deep together, Pledging, Life, Love and Laughter, in the gay, gold weather!

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Song for a Lost Comrade: To O. B. J.

Publication Information

Transcribed from a PDF of The Crisis 25.1 made available by the Modernist Journals Project
Oh the fields glint gold and the trees flare red, And the sky is as blue as the sky may be; And the Past is past and the Dead are dead, And Life laughs in front of us fair and free! So it's, Ho Friends, a toast! Let us drink high together, Pledging, Life, Love and Laughter, in the gay, gold weather! True, alas, there is One that is gone from our throng, A Comrade to all and a good Friend was she; And clear came her laughter and sweet rang her song— But now she lies hushed by the bent birch tree. She'd be first, Friends to cry: Let us drink high together, Pledging, Life, Love and Laughter, in the gay, gold weather! Ah she raised Life's cup and drank of it, too, And Pain, like Joy, found a smile in her eye; At all times most tender; to all trusts most true, She had learned how to live, so she knew how to die. Nay, no tears, Friends. A Toast: Let us drink deep together, Pledging, Life, Love and Laughter, in the gay, gold weather!