POETRY.
'ULSTER TO ENGLAND, 1912.
WHEN a few broke free from many (A few men, strangers to thee) Did any rejoice P did any Sing the songs of the free With a voice as deep as thine, Whose voice was deep as the sea P Hearken, for no strange voices Call to thee now. From the past All free story rejoices And all free hearts beat fast, For the deeds we wrought for thine honour; But thou hest forgot them at last.
England, the free-born mother Of mighty and free-born lands, It is she, it is she and none other Who brings to us whips and bands, For peace, which is promised by liars When we are sold to their hands.
Rear then, 0 faithless nation, A steadfast people's word : We shall work out one own salvation : Ye shall have not peace but a sword: Ye shall sigh for us vainly, vainly, In some great day of the Lord.
Yo shall sigh for the sword ye have broken; For the faithful folk ye have sold ; For the banners that once were a token Of the march of the free and bold ; For the trust ye have thrown to the traitor; For the loyal beatts grown cold. D.
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