Sons and daughters seven,
    Beauty and good health;
All the gifts of Heaven,
    And earth added wealth.

Sons on land and water,
    Khaki-clad and fit;
Every lovely daughter
    Glad to do her bit.

Riches, talents, beauty,
    Comfort, pleasure, ease;
On the shrine of duty
    Now are offered these.

Once we talked of classes,
    Middle, high, and low;
Now the whole land's masses
    But one purpose know.

Just to be deserving
    Of Columbia's praise;
Serving, serving, serving,
    That's the thought these days.

Poems of affection. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1920.

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