APPENDIX A LVII 



And his open shirt-neck showed you 



The bare throat ruddy and brown, 



And you dubbed him "Hayseed," 



Taking your stroll uptown. 



Perhaps he chewed and squinted 



And "darned" not a little, "you bet," 



And you smiled in condescension 



And, talked to your cigarette. 



But he sent his boys to the trenches, 



And his wife did the work of two, 



Tho' you'll look pretty long for his record 



In the pages of "Who is Who". 



But Old Mother Earth keeps writings 



For all the world to read. 



The tale of Creation's Conscript 



Whose life is a long brave deed. 



And a cry comes up from the city, 



And over the sleeping lea, 



Rides on the wings of the tempest, 



Sweeping the sundering sea. 



Bearing the call of the hungry, 



Ever the old refrain, 



And the gnarled hands are lifted 



And the back is bent again 



And the wise man in his wisdom. 



And the foolish in pride's disguise. 



And the boy who fights for Freedom 



With the God-light in his eyes. 



And the rich man with his riches, 



And the poor man at his toil. 



Make, gladly, meek obeisance 



To the Craftsman of the Soil. 



Hyman Edelstein, a young Jew of Montreal, introduces one of the 

 strangest notes of the incredible contest, when he voices the gratitude 

 of Canadian Israel regarding the Restoration of Palestine, — the 

 re-wedding of the Holy Land to the Chosen People, — in which 

 indeed a number of our young Canadian soldiers took part; 



ZION IS FREE ! 



From Lebanon comes a shout of glee. 

 And Carmel echoes long. 



And Jordan sings with a newfound rhyme 

 And the valleys ring with the mingled chime. 



As the trees whirl in a rustling dance. 



Over the strange divine romance: 

 Shulamith and her lost are met — 

 Zion and Judah are lovers yet! 



