PLAY BALL.

“Play ball”—across the field of green The signal sounds the game again; Once more there reels across the scene The shout and wild acclaim again; The game is on, the fight begun, Across the line of battle’s span Until the final score is spun With every record of the clan. “Play ball”—the reveille has rolled The bugle call to play again; Once more beneath the banner’s fold They troop across the way again; The game is on, and in the fray The tumult and the cheering sweep Across the battle line of play Until the twilight shadows creep. “Play ball”—the slogan of the game Of life, of war, of love or hate; For rank or wealth, for name or fame The player stands against the plate; The game is on, and in the strife Where Fate, the pitcher, speeds the ball The player plays the game of life Until the final shadows fall.