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 FausetOh 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!