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They sang:-"What reckoning do you keep,
And steer her by what star,

If we come unscathed from the Southern deep
To be wrecked on a Baltic bar?

"Last night you swore our voyage was done,
But seaward still we go.

And you tell us now of a secret vow
You have made with an open foe!

"That we must lie off a lightless coast And haul and back and veer,

At the will of the breed that have wronged us most For a year and a year and a year!

"There was never a shame in Christendie
They laid not to our door-

And you say we must take the winter sea
And sail with them once more?

"Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast
That stripped and laid us down,
When we stood forth but they stood fast
And prayed to see us drown.

"Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold,
Our wounds are bleeding yet-

And you tell us now that our strength is sold
To help them press for a debt!

"'Neath all the flags of all mankind That use upon the seas,

Was there no other fleet to find

That you strike hands with these?

"Of evil times that men can choose
On evil fate to fall,

What brooding Judgment let you loose
To pick the worst of all?

"In sight of peace-from the Narrow Seas
O'er half the world to run—

With a cheated crew, to league anew

With the Goth and the shameless Hun!"

AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT

1890

NOW this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser

decreed,

To ease the strong of their burden, to help the weak in their

need,

He sent a word to the peoples, who struggle, and pant, and

sweat,

That the straw might be counted fairly and the tally of bricks

be set.

The Lords of Their Hands assembled. From the East and the West they drew—

Baltimore, Lille, and Essen, Brummagem, Clyde, and Crewe. And some were black from the furnace, and some were brown from the soil,

And some were blue from the dye-vat; but all were wearied of toil.

And the young King said: "I have found it, the road to the rest ye seek:

"The

strong

shall wait for the weary, the hale shall halt for the weak;

"With the even tramp of an army where no man breaks from the line,

"Ye shall march to peace and plenty in the bond of brotherhood-sign!"

The paper lay on the table, the strong heads bowed thereby, And a wail went up from the peoples:-"Ay, sign—give rest, for we die!"

A hand was stretched to the goose-quill, a fist was cramped to scrawl,

When the laugh of a blue-eyed maiden ran clear through the council-hall.

And each one heard Her laughing as each one saw Her plain

Saidie, Mimi, or Olga, Gretchen, or Mary Jane.

And the Spirit of Man That is in Him to the light of the

vision woke;

And the men drew back from the paper, as a Yankee delegate spoke:

"There's a girl in Jersey City who works on the telephone; "We're going to hitch our horses and dig for a house of our

own,

"With gas and water connections, and steam-heat through to the top;

"And, W. Hohenzollern, I guess I shall work till I drop."

And an English delegate thundered:-"The weak an' the lame be blowed!

"I've a berth in the Sou'-West workshops, a home in the Wandsworth Road;

"And till the 'sociation has footed my buryin' bill,

"I work for the kids an' the missus. Pull up! I'll be damned if I will!”

And over the German benches the bearded whisper ran:"Lager, der girls und der dollars, dey makes or dey breaks

a man.

"If Schmitt haf collared der dollars, he collars der girl deremit;

"But if Schmitt bust in der pizness, we collars der girl from Schmitt."

They passed one resolution:-"Your sub-committee believe "You can lighten the curse of Adam when you've lifted the curse of Eve.

“But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen,

"We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, amen."

Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser heldThe day that they razored the Grindstone, the day that the Cat was belled,

The day of the Figs from Thistles, the day of the Twisted Sands,

The day that the laugh of a maiden made light of the Lords of Their Hands.

A DEATH-BED
1918

THIS is the State above the Law.

The State exists for the State alone."

[This is a gland at the back of the jaw,
And an answering lump by the collar-bone.]

Some die shouting in gas or fire;

Some die silent, by shell and shot.

Some die desperate, caught on the wire;

Some die suddenly. This will not.

"Regis suprema voluntas Lex"

[It will follow the regular course of—throats.} Some die pinned by the broken decks, Some die sobbing between the boats.

Some die eloquent, pressed to death

By the sliding trench as their friends can hear. Some die wholly in half a breath. Some-give trouble for half a year.

"There is neither Evil nor Good in life
Except as the needs of the State ordain."
[Since it is rather too late for the knife,
All we can do is to mask the pain.]

Some die saintly in faith and hope-
One died thus in a prison-yard-
Some die broken by rape or the rope;
Some die easily. This dies hard.

"I will dash to pieces who bar my way. Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak!"

[Let him write what he wishes to say. It tires him out if he tries to speak.]

Some die quietly. Some abound

In loud self-pity. Others spread Bad morale through the cots around This is a type that is better dead.

"The war was forced on me by my

foes.

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All that I sought was the right to live."

[Don't be afraid of a triple dose;

The pain will neutralize half we give.

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