POETRY.
"THE SONG OF HATE": A REPLY. SING, Germans, sing your song of frenzied hate; Your song and you we neither love nor hate : What we despise we neither love nor bate.
We held you kin, though somewhat " less than kind";
We held you kin, and so to spies were blind.
We thought a German kept his plighted troth;
We thought a German's word was worth his oath.
We smiled serenely at the superman, He seemed an after echo of Sedan.
We called you brave ; you still can fight—but brave!
Not since your honour's buried in the grave With women, children, age, and wounded brave Whom e'en the sacred Red Cross could not save.
We know our foe unworthy of our steel ; Contempt for Germans—that is what we feel.
Sing, Germans, sing your song of frenzied hate ; " The Day" has dawned, and we with calmness wait : What we despise we neither love nor bate.
A. M. MULLET.
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