POETRY.
NEU TRA LITY, Is it neutrality you proclaim, A cosy nook in sheltered bowers, Safe from the fiends who slay and maim, Mocking the prate of maudlin Powers P Wipe your spectacles, cultured few, Dimmed with the fogs of a sordid peace, The wholesale grabbing of more than your due, Reckless so that your pile increase.
And you, web-spinners who shake the head, The wise old head with a thatch of snow, And in delicate footfalls gingerly tread, Where the ground is mined by a treacherous foe: "None of my business," is that your creed ?
"Let the combatants win or lose, I can sit out while others bleed; Others are sleepless, I can snooze ?"
Wake, 0 wake! The world is wide.
Is it a myth that men are akin P All are one :— min you stand aside And keep your honour from stain of sin?
God eternal judgeth aright: Down with the liar, uphold the True.
Under His banner 'tis joy to fight,
And die for the Christ who died for you.
E. D. STONE/.
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