THE DAY.

Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 9 January 1919, Page 3

THE DAY.

You beasted the Day, and you toasted the Day, \ And now the Day has come, Blasphemer, braggart, and coward all, liittle you. reck of the numbing ball, The blasting Shell, or the " white arm's " fall. As they speed poor humans home. You spied'for' the Day, and you lied for the Day, And woke the Day's red spleen, Monster who asked God's aid Divine, Then strewed His seas with the ghastly mine; Not all the waters of the Rhine Can wash thy foul hands clean. / You dreamed for the Day, and you schemed for the Day, Watch how the Day will go, Slayer of age, and youth and prime (Defenceless slain for never a crime), Thou art steeped in blood as a hog in £- slime, False friend and cowardly foe. i'}-You have sown for the' Day, you have %'/: -■ grown for the Day, Yours is the harvest red, Can you hear the groans and the awful cries, Can you see the heaps of the slain that lies ? And sightless turned to the flame.split skies The glassy eyes of the dead? """XYou ha™ wronged for the Day, you have 1 longed for the Day, L»k"f ylit the awful flame, "Tw%othing to you that hill and plain Yiela tshieves of dead men amid the ,<\ grain ; | That widows mourn for their loved ones "slain, •" And mothers curse thy name ? Shifter the Day, there's a price to pay, j?or the sleepers under the sod, And He you have mocked for many a Day, Listen and hear what He has to say : " Vengeance is Mine, I will repay!" What can you say to God? —Henry Chappell, in the London Daily Express. Roll up «arly with the Show entries. Get in early »n<l avoid the crush.