Mr. Tregear dismisses in his opening stanzas the menace of
battle, of Germany, or of Asia. Utter destruction cannot come from " the men of the Failing Broods " ; and why should the Asiatics " leap at our rifles' mouths who have only to crouch and wait " ?—
" Peril is here ! is here ! Here in the Childless Land
Life sits high in the Chair of Fools, twisting her ropes of sand; Here the lisping of babies and cooing of mothers cease; Here the Man and the Woman fail, and only the flocks increase.
Axes may bite in the forest, Science harness the streams, Railway and dock be builded—all in a Land of Dreams ! Sunk in spiritual torpor ye flout these words of the wise : 'Only to music of children's songs shall the walls of a Nation