POETRY.
Tau Lord is King; to His decrees
The nations of the earth must yield ; He rules their navies on the seas, Their armies in the battlefield.
Is not the victory to the strong
Why in the past by ruthless might Has the oppressor, wreaking wrong.
Triumphed and trampled on the Right?
We cannot tell; we can but trust The Hand that rules thro' good and ill From this our conflict's heat and dust His righteous purpose to fulfil.
It may be that in time of peace We have not laboured as we ought; Supine, in luxury and ease
Have spurned some truths our fathers taught ;
Have called down judgment from on High, Like Greece and Rome in days of yore, By sins of even deeper dye Which now demand this scourge of War.
We know not, but we feel to-day Our cause is just, our duty clear.
God guard our England : come what may, She stands for Right and will not fear.
G. H. TREVOR..
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