Song for a Lost Comrade

Poem 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>
               <l>Let us drink high together,</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>
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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
Song For A Lost Comrade (To O. B. J.) Jessie Fauset 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
Song For A Lost Comrade (To O. B. J.) Jessie Fauset 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!