POETRY.
TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR.
Now you are cue with us, you know our tears, Those tears of pride and pain so fast to flow; You too have sipped the first strange draught of wee; You too have tasted of our hopes and fears; Sister across the ocean, stretch your hand, Most we net love you more, who learn to understand ?
There are new graves in France, new quiet graves; The first-fruit of a Nation great and free, Full of rich fire of life and chivalry, Lie quietly, though tide of battle laves Above them sister, sister, see our tears, Wo mourn with you, who know so well the bitter years.
Now do you watch with us your pain of loss Lit by a wondrous glow of love and power That flowers, star-like at the darkest hour Lighting the eternal message of the Cross; They gain their life who lose it, earth shall rise Anew and cleansed, because of life's great sacrifice.
And that great band of souls your dead have met, Who saved the world in centuries past and gene, Shall find new comrades in their valiant throng ;— 0, Nation's heart that cannot e'er forget, Is not death but the door to life begun To those who hear far Heaven cry " Well done ! "
M. WAI EER.
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