MISS CAVELL—MARTYR.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 58, 6 November 1915, Page 6

MISS CAVELL—MARTYR.

When history tells of tli© deeds of this war, There is one noble name will shine, Miss Ca.vell, the martyr, who died foi her land, May its lustre never decline. Her name will shine out on that great scroll of honor, Emblazoned in letters of gold— For she gave up her life in humanity’s cause When she went to her loved One’s, fold. She was butchered to make a German holiday, Murdered by Kulfured Huns, Cruelly slain while she worked for humanity, Slaughtered by murderers’ guns. And proudly she faced the vile cowardly fiends, She faced them with steadfast eye “For I have no fear, I can meet my God We shall meet again by and bye.” She had no selfish thoughts of Nation’s wrongs The sick to her were all akin, She had helped to feed the snake that bit her— God punish the monstrous sin. Blindly trusting a venomous reptile, Easing the poor wounded’s pangs, Deeming her calling sufficient protection, Not thinking the viper had fangs! The civilized world is aghast at the crime, The foulest blot on the war, ( The bloodiest outrage the world has ’ere known Excused in the name of the law. No paltry excuse can wipe out the stain, A blot that can ne’er be crazed, A crime that has sent a wild thrill through the world, Left civilized nations amazed. Her monument will be her glorious name, A name revered, a soul divine, Her epitaph will be “She died to save,” Her sepulchre—a sacred shrine. She was proud to die for her country’s cause, She died like a heroine brave, Singing that simple hymn “Abide with

me,” She went to her Saintly grave! So revenge the blood oi that innocent heart, For “Vengeance is Mine,” said tho Lord, Let vengeance then lie our stern, battle cry. Vengeance by (ire and by sword, And a bitter curse on such spawn from Hell, A curse ou such friends unhung, Die! As you’ve lived, a Nation Abhored, Unhonored, Unwept, and Unsung! —NAUCHAMP. Stratford, 29-10-15.