THE POETS & THE WAR
TO THE TROUBLER OF THE WORLD
At last we know you, War-lord, you that flung The gauntlet down, fling dowa the mask you wore, Publish, your heart, and let its pent hate pour, You that had God for ever on your tongue. We are old in war, and if in guile we are young, Young also is the spirit that ever- ■ more
Burns in our bosom ev'n as heretofore, Nor are these thews unbraced, those nerves unstrung. We dp not with .God's name make wanton play; We are not on such easy terms with Heaven j But in Earth's hearing, we can verily
say, "Our hands are pure; for peace, for peace we have striven"; And not by Earth shall,he be soon forgiven Who lit the iiro accurst that flames today. —William Watson in "The Times."
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Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2271, 3 October 1914, Page 5
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140THE POETS & THE WAR Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2271, 3 October 1914, Page 5
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