30 NOVEMBER 1912, Page 22

POETRY.

NOVEMBER 1912.

THE long, sad centuries at length are past— Ride in !

Ride in, oh Christian armies ; freed at last By your brave strife, your kindred folk, distressed, From the oppressor's yoke shall find their rest—.

Ride in !

aide in, ride in High lifted as of yore, Carry the Cross there through the open door Of Christ's great Church, long desecrate, defiled, Now to its ancient worship reconciled—

Ride in!

Ride in ! Ah no ! but low upon your knees Fall down, oh Christian warriors ! He who frees, Through you, His people, comes to claim His Throne: Return, oh Christ! once more unto Thine own—.

Ride in ! Ride in !

E. D. W.