WAR!

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 94, 11 August 1914, Page 6

WAR!

Stratford's Poet to the

When you're sitting round jour firesid With your Evening Post or Star As. your read of deeds of vplour By our Soldier or .lark "w Do 1 you think oi' ail [lien- iutfe/jng? Do you think Of all their pain'' Do you think how nm.\v '. hon-.m is May »o'er «-e tlr.ur fVunes ;Vg9 ; i.?

Perhaps you only cunt the g!'»ry Perhaps yon only hear the brag, Perhaps you only see the splendour That surrounds the British flag. That dear old flag of England, We salute it with a cheer, But it covers many a. noble heart When it's o'er a soldier's bier!

Perhaps you only deem them soldiers— Men whose duty 'tis to die, "WJm fHiis't uphold our giu.ry, "Who are cowards, if they fly. Perhaps each one has a mother, Who is left at home to mourn, Or a, wife and Utile children. Who can hear that awful groan!

That awful groan of warfare, That awful scene of strife, That awful time of bloodshed, That sacrifice of life. Above the shriek of dying horses Who are trampling in the gore Is t'u- c\\ of wounded soldiers

Heard above the cannon's roar!

Do you realise the horrors? Do you realise the pain? Do you .realise the carnage, When the bullets fall like rain? When they plant the British Standard 'Mid the roar of mighty gUn, ■ We give tliree cheers for England— It's another victory won!

Do you feel your pulses quicken When you read that victory won? Do you think of that poor mother Who is weeping for her so;) ? Do you feel your bipod all tingle At the enemy's retreat? Do you reckon all the orphans It has cost for that defeat?

There's a gallant, little army Will leave Sew Zealand's shore, And fight for dear Old England— They are Britons Lo the core. And they will uphold our honor,. Will show thoir British sting. They're lighting for their Motherland They are soldiers of the King! ,

And*we mast uphold our honor, We must uphold oar rights Tho' there's weeping v. ive* :;::.! children Tt's a soldier's work to fijht! But you who live in safety, . Secure and free .from harm, Don't forget yonr soldier-brother Who is called by war's alarm!

There's one -bright flag in warfare, 'Tis an honor to OXW. land : 'Tis the Ited Cross of Geneva, So simple, yet so grand! And there our noble .sisters. Who o'er the world are famed, Attend our wounded brother, Show their pity for.- the,-maimed!

The Empire's greatest ladies, The highest in the land', Are enrolled beneath this banner, Have joined the noble band! And there like loving angels, Amidst the battle's din, They show one touch of nature Doth make the whole world kin!

Do yon hear your wounded brother? Do your hear his painful'cry ? Do you see that look of anguish? 1 Do you see that tear-dimmed eye? Their-help yonr wounded brother, Help his suffering to allay, Ho's fought for King and Country, And he'* wounded in the fray. —Neuchamp, Stratford, 10-8-14.