The Bethlen Home Messenger, 1999-2000 (1-3. szám)

2000-08-01 / 3. szám

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THE STARS AND STRIPES

OCTOBER S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER

It is our flag, a noble inspiration,

The banner of a nation that is free.

It sings of pride, of honor, faith and glory,

A heritage of valiant victory.

It never fails to stir the pulse and heart When it comes proudly waving down the street; God, may it never fall, become dust-laden And trodden down by tyrants' cruel feet!

May all its meaning never once be hidden Nor shattered by some heartless, cruel foe.

But may its radiance be always gleaming Before the world, wherever men may go.

Long may it wave and wend its thrilling message From mountain top to shore of shining sea.

Our Stars and Stripes! Long may it wave above us, Proud symbol of our country's liberty.

v J\S IT'S HALLOWEEN AGAIN

Halloween is here again With golden pumpkins all about; Goblins now will come a-spying Witches through the air a-flying Funny faces we'll be buying;

At dark of night we'll all go out.

Halloween is here again...

Autumn leaves come tumbling down, Black cats will slink about tonight, The moon will shed an eerie light; "Trick or treat" will bring delight From every house in town.

We all look forward to the time When Halloween is here,

Owls will hoot high in the trees And we will brave the chilly breeze That heralds winter's coming freeze.. October's time of year.

So join mo on this special night When ghostlike shapes are seen;

We'll duck for apples, spin the pan, Play blindman's bluff and tag our man, Pull taffy, fragrant, golden tan...

This night of Halloween.

O sun and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together,

Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

When gentians roll their fringes tight,

To save them for the morning,

And chestnuts fall from satin burrs Without a sound of warning;

When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining,

And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things Their white winged seeds are sowing,

And in the fields, still green and fair,

Late aftermaths are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks In idle golden freighting,

Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush '

Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts, By twos and twos together,

And count like misers, hour by hour, October's bright blue weather.

When loud the bumblebee makes haste, Belated, thriftless vagrant,

And goldenrod is dying fast,

And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

O sun and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together,

Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather.