To send succor to the fallen and to check war's dire disease.So that Sammy may be rescued from the grim, dread jaws of death,And restored to health and vigor, and to her who gave him breath?Oh, my neighbor, I implore you, as you love your Uncle Sam,As you cherish every Sammy 'neath Old Glory in the van Of the world’s great fields of battle for the freedom and the right Which alone enobles nations—gives them power, and strength, and might.Give, if need be, your last penny to the Red Cross's crying need,That her healing angels may go forth to care for those who bleed.Then, when this cruel war is over, and the final victory won,God in heaven may commend you with the blessed words, '“Well done.”—Professor W. b\ Ream.