27 MARCH 1915, Page 13

"FROM AMERICA."

[To Vas Easoes or ran n Bream,...]

Sin,—Amongst the poetry hitherto produced by the war I have come across nothing more striking than the following lines, which hare not, I think, been quoted or mentioned in the Spectator. They were made known to me by a letter is the Observer, signed "Alice Cobbett " and dated " Ilokfie14,

Sussex, January 26th, 1915 " "FROM AMERICA.

Oh, England, in the smoking trenches dying For all the world, We hold our breath, and watch your bright flag While ours is furled; We who are neutral (yet each lip with fervour The word abjures): Oh, England, never name tie the time-serverl Our hearts are yours We that so glory in your high decision,

So trust your goal—

All Europe in our blood, but yours our vision. Our speech, our soul !"