ENGLAND AND PEACE.

Otaki Mail, Volume 27, 29 October 1919, Page 4

ENGLAND AND PEACE.

Mistress! What shall I break or mako For the bridal feast, and the harvest homo i Hearts are full and the new tides wake Forceful, fateful, beneath the foam. How may I compass that they seek, lire yet. the floods break, Mistress, speak.

God o’er His garden bade the sun ' With glory shine of life and light, Nor shed a kindly beam on one And leave a brother's soul in night. How may they be content who sec The sunlight doled in meagre fee? Dream delusive were equal lot For all of riches, pow’r, and state, The passing of a day would blot The level sun and even fate; The night see wealth in gay attire 1101 l past the beggars in the mire. Yet, Mighty England, yet behold Your sordid hovels, dank and drear, Where childhood wilts, and youth is old; And Death too frequent guest to fear. Would war’s grim toll of gallants sped Outweigh your host, of needless dead? ' - Break you the fetters, make you the ways For men to toil, yet joy to live; For toil they must to the end of days, Out of the ALL they fashion—give. For strife you loosed a golden sea, Shall not a river flow- for me? *2 Price of the sunlight bought and sold (Nothing for nothing the world’s decree), Laughter and Sunshine and song for gold, Only God’s breath for all is free. Price of some dear but distant goal, Price of the time to have a soul. HENRY CHAPPELL, author of ‘ The Day,” in the ‘‘Daily Express.”