| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1544. The Pines |
| | | By Julie Mathilde Lippmann |
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| THROUGHOUT the soft and sunlit day | |
| The pennoned pines, in strict array, | |
| Stand grim and silent, gaunt and gray. | |
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| But when the blasts of winter keen, | |
| They whisper each to each, and lean | 5 |
| Like comrades with a bond between. | |
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| And seeing them deport them so, | |
| One almost thinks they seek to show | |
| How mortal-like mere trees may grow. | |
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| For men, in peace time, stand aloof, | 10 |
| One from the other, asking proof, | |
| Of lineage and race and roof. | |
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| But let the blast of battle call,— | |
| Lo! they ’re unquestioning comrades all, | |
| Who side by side will stand or fall. | 15 |
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