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Catalog Number 1938.100.42
Object Name Poem
Accession number 1938.100
Description Full transcription of text follows:

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["Cambria" Written by Bugler Hubert W. Kelley, Company D,-th Railway Engineers, Amer. E.F.] 'Tis strange-it was not long ago I sat and watched my mother sew, and heard the drowsy hum and whir or wheel that flew in gleaming blur; and sometimes busy scissors snipped, as seams were sewn, or seams were ripped. I often raised a dreamy look, Above my open story book, and while she worked her agile hands, My mother told me of the lands Where clothes were made. I heard her say, "This cambric came from far Cambrai." It seems as if 'twere yesterday She spoke of cambric and Cambrai-The city of the Frankish king, Where looms of magic weave and sing. That fair old town of northern France Was but one star in my romance. The star was not so brilliant then, But when I see the ranks of men March past me to the front each day, I think of cambric and Cambrai; And every time a cannon booms, I think of Cambria and her looms. 'Tis strange-it was not long ago I sat and watched my mother sew, And heard her tell of far Cambrai, And now our guns are turned that way. It hurts me when a canoon booms, I think of Cambrai and her looms.

From the service of Eleanor McGee, American Red Cross nurse at Base Hospital # 23 "The Nouvel" located in Vittel, Vosges, France from 1918-1919 (?).
Date n.d.
Year Range from 1918
Year Range to 1919
Subjects World War I
Poetry