7 December 1941
By Leone Rasmussen Brimm
I take this small world globe
And tilt it thus within my hand.
I see the blue of each ocean,
The brilliant colors of each land.
O, little world, so helpless here,
Do you know the blast of death
Has burned these lovely surfaces,
Devoured your heart with acid breath?
Do you hold within yourself
Your vision of the world to be,
Your heavens shining with just stars,
And life and music on each sea!