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They sang:-"What reckoning do you keep,
If we come unscathed from the Southern deep
"Last night you swore our voyage was done,
And you tell us now of a secret vow
"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
And you say we must take the winter sea
"Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast
"Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold,
And you tell us now that our strength is sold
"'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
What brooding Judgment let you loose
"In sight of peace-from the Narrow Seas
With a cheated crew, to league anew
With the Goth and the shameless Hun!"
AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT
NOW this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser
To ease the strong of their burden, to help the weak in their
He sent a word to the peoples, who struggle, and pant, and
That the straw might be counted fairly and the tally of bricks
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:
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
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
"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
"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.
THIS is the State above the Law.
The State exists for the State alone."
[This is a gland at the back of the jaw,
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
Some die saintly in faith and hope-
"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
All that I sought was the right to live."
[Don't be afraid of a triple dose;
The pain will neutralize half we give.