FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE

Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2378, 6 February 1915, Page 8

FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE

(By Henry Ohappell, the Bath Railway . Poet, . author, of "The Day.") Men of our land who-love our land, arise! Your country- needs you. Never yet in 'vain • 1 - : •" - -. ■. ' That clarion call has quivered.to the skies, i And spread aa-living fire o'er hill and plain.'; Sour country needs you; leave it not too I late. i The human spiders brood on every hand, .'fiwaTm overwhelming, pitiless as Fate. Do as thy fathers did—up, grasp the brand. - .Jfen of our land who love our land, unite To- wrest from hands inept perverted power.. ... Iho fearful streams they've loosed .to ■ Heaven's sight i r Are but as drops to oceans red that ■ lower. ISmst not to others in this hour of need; Fight for thino own salvation, stand or ! fall. .0 wait not idly by while brothers bleed; i' .Tour country needs you, answer thou | her call. - Won-of our land: who love our land, mark well, ' , 1 The foo is strong in hoarded 'strength " of years. • Will ye then lot their cannon sound our knoll i Shall Britain's glory sink in Wood and tears? Shall'if be ever written of our might: "The sons she trusted failed her, so she : fell"? O God forbid that- ever mornings iigrht Should' soe-oiii - doom and Liberty's fareI well-

Men; of ourland, yon. love-our land—aye, ( all! Eight wel£ we knonr it is not craven fears ' " " ■ ; , ;!Tliat dull onr-ears unto tho tocsin's call; 'Tia but tie apathy of bloodless years. ,-3? ho' spark once struck will grow into a i flame [ That.- growing yet, shall blast with fiery . breath • The-sanguined. foe, 'it. calls- a, "blush, to .'' name, • ' _ i Who glut, 'with* wanton hand the halls ! of Dca&. . ; Hen of our land, yon love our land. Ah see Bank upon rank is forming, closely set To fight for all we love, to keep us free. But still the call comes: "More are needed yet!" More tlicm shalt "have, Q Mother, in thy need, From us audi from- thy- children- far away, TUf all lie* low,. oi" standi triumphant, freed From despof s rule and blown-ambition's --. sway. " . • •. Mei£ ofottr land, all love our land, I hear The. deep-tonco thunder of a nation's . ' rage. Prom'every clime thai luolds thine lion.our dear Thy sons resistless come to keep their -...-.gnge, - ■. , All/trtnsires-as one'the chorus swells afar, And Ijeats-against tho vault of earth's 'w ' : la-cadence -steriT-'ttot drowns the din of war?"'*■*. S calted're! See,, we come, -vwe.Wio!",:v» „ ••■■'•-v ;: v ,< Dajl}' Telegraph.