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Show AT IiAKAYTnTAS GHAVK ', - . " lly Dr. A. S. Condon In tho Salt Iiiiku Tribune I General. Pershing had Just arrived In France with a large consignment of United States troops for tho ul-tltnate ul-tltnate redemption of that country. He stood by tho tomb of Lafayette, among gifted orators assembled to honor the occasion, General fcersh tng was asked to speak. Raising his eys and hands' toward heaven he uttered ut-tered those fire words only: "Yes, Lafayette, we are here I" Moro eloquent elo-quent words never fell from mortal lips. The golden opportunity inspired inspir-ed the words. O, looking down from heaven's arcade, ar-cade, Aglow with thoughts that never fade, To where ho knelt at Freedom's shrine, On the red turf at Brandywlne, He harks for words, inspiring cheer And Pershing answers: "Wo nie here!" Such witching phrases of eloquence That thrills tho soul of mortal sense, Was never heard since life began At the dim, unknown birth of man, Than Pershing at the patriot's bier, "Yes, Lafayette, we're hero; we're herI" Methlnks the dead In bonny France, Asleep in Death's long peaceful trance, Where holy turf their forms enclose To guard them In their last repose," Would rend their tomb bo 'dank and drear, And shout with Joy: "We, too, are herel" Now pay we back the debt we owo From the old days of long ago To France, who came when friends were few In darkest hours Columbia knew: And our brave boys, with heart sincere, sin-cere, Exultingly cry: "Yes, we are herel" Dear Francel Thy voice burst thru the gloom Of grief enshrouding Lafayette's' tomb! , We heard retrains of bitter groans' Of manhood and- the children's moans, Then Pershing answered words of cheer, To Lafayette's France, "Ye, we are herel" , v That cry beyond the restless sea Was heard where all mankind are free, Calling for help In time of need To save them from a murderous breed I Heard, too, by Pershing by that bier What straightway answored: "We aro herel" And soon, aye soon tho sea grew black, Wth belching smoke along tho track Of plunging ships flush to tho wave With valiant mon, stalwart and bravo, Ere yet the echo of that prayer Had died upon tho anxious air. And then, dlsmayod, tho Hun nt last Saw his now horoscope was cast, Foretelling Fato should lay his path Through a bleak wilderness of wrath And hlB vain armies disappear At Porshlng's nnswer "Wo aro hero" |