THE LAST CALL.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 5, Issue 130, 10 January 1916, Page 1

THE LAST CALL.

Under the title of "The Last Call " Harold Begbie writes in the columns of the London '• Daily Chronicle " as follows :

Fight it out in your Heart, my lad, It's time for the final wrench ; Home has its arms about your neck, But Conscience points to the trench. Your brothers fought thro' that self-same fight Ere they rallied to face the Huns ; And where would your home be now, my lad, if Conscience had not won ?

It isn't an easy choice to make But it can bo made, and must; Shirk, and you bring the finer thing In your soul, and ours, to the dust. Your brothers wrestled with God, and cried That God would leave them alone ; And where would your soul seek heaven to-day Had God been overthrown '1

The eyes of our women search your face, Our children look as you pass ; How does it feel to meet those eyes, And your own eyes in the glass ? Hard, hard for you now to meet those eyes With their challenge, " How can

you wait'/" But where will you hide from your brothers' eyes If you should come too late '{

This is the last, the last free call To go as your brothers went, To go as heroic Britons should, Not wait till they're fetched and sent. Win your first fight, the fight with self, Be swift with that gallant blow, Then on to your second fight, good lad, And crush God's other foe.