- Gay, Byron.
My Angel of the Flaming Cross.
Sunset Publishing Corp, New York, 1918, Wraps, , , Very Good
, 2-3,  pp. Some wear at edges. As sung by Madame Schumann-Heink for our boys of the Army and Navy. Byron Gay wrote the music for the L. Frank Baum song "Susan Doozan." Madame Schumann-Heink was an operatic contralto, most highly respected at the time, associated with the Bayreuth festival and the Metropolitan Opera, and a familiar of Struass and Mahler. During WWI she toured the United States raising money for the war effort even though she had sons in both the German and the U.S. Navy. ''There's an angel over there An angel from I know not where Smiling sweetly through her tears She drove my fears away. Little Girl who nursed me through, I owe my life to you Oh Come back, love that I found and lost My Angel of the Flaming Cross.''
Those gold marauders of the air, The brown bees, bustling everywhere, Led me away To where, in sulphur-colored showers, The Autumn heaped her gold of flowers, And bound her hair With all the beauty of their disarray. Above her head the birds took flight, And by her side a shape of light Danced like a Fay, Who wove strange magic with the grace Of glancing limbs and twinkling face, And raiment bright, That blew like gossamers about the day. Who was this creature, dancing past? Who came and went, now slow, now fast, At airy play; The goldenrod unto her feet Kept time; and with her heart's wild beat, To the very last, The Black-eyed Susans set their heads asway. I asked of flower and of tree: "Who is this Elfin? What is she So bright and gay?" They murmured what I could not hear; For she kept laughing in my ear, Bewildering me, And whispering words too wild for me to say. Then, in a movement, she was gone, Flying a veil of cloudy lawn, Pinned with a ray; And then I heard "The Wind am I! The Wind who now must say good-bye, And go till dawn And dance with stars and waves upon the bay." And all night long, snug in my bed, I heard her feet as far they led The dancing spray; And to the moon and stars a shout She raised and tried to blow them out, Then laughed and fled To greet the dawn who walked on hilltops gray.Madison Cawein [1865–1914]