"I can not quite remember. There were five Dropped dead beside me in the trench-and three Whispered their dying messages to me. “Their friends are waiting, wondering how they thrive— Waiting a word in silence patiently. But what they said, or who their friends may be Dropped dead beside me in the trench-and three -WILFRID WILSON GIBSON. HANDS ALL ROUND [First appeared in the London Examiner, February 7, 1852.] Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, But let thy broadsides roar with ours. God the tyrant's cause confound! To our great kinsmen of the West, my friends, O rise, our strong Atlantic sons, When war against our freedom springs! O speak to Europe through your guns! They can be understood by kings. God the tyrant's cause confound! To our dear kinsmen of the West, my friends, 66 WHEN THERE IS PEACE” "When there is Peace, this land no more Thus do the facile seers foretell When we have bled at every pore, This let us pray for this implore— And, like men waking from a spell, -AUSTIN DOBSON. EXPEDITIONAL Troops to our England true God be with all of you And your commanders. Clear be the sky o'erhead, On the old battle-ground Fending a little friend Weak but unshaken Quick! there's no time to spend Or the fort's taken. Tho he defy his foes, Quick! ere the battle close Speed with your thunder. He hath his all at stake: More can have no man. Quick! ere the barrier break On to the foeman. Troops to this England true God be with all of you Fighting in Flanders. -C. W. BRodribb. THE MOBILIZATION IN BRITTANY It was silent in the street. I I did not know until a woman told me, And then the drums beat, the drums beat! And hurrying, stumbling through the street OI have heard the drums beat For war! I have heard the townsfolk come, I have heard the roll and thunder of the nearest drum As the drummer stopped and cried, "Hear! Be strong! The summons comes! Prepare!" Closing he prayed us to be calm And there was calm in my heart of the desert, of the dead sea, Of vast plains of the West before the coming storm, And there was calm in their eyes like the last calm that shall be. And then the drum beat, The fatal drum beat, And the drummer marched through the street And down to another square, And the drummer above took up the beat Huddled, we stood and heard the drums roll, OI have heard the thunder of drums I have heard the drums roll "Farewell!" Shall I ever smile or feel again? For I have heard the drums beat, I have seen the drummer striding from street to street, Crying, "Be strong! Hear what I must tell!" While the drums roared and rolled and beat For war! II Last night the men of this region were leaving. Now they are far. Rough and strong they are, proud and gay they are. So this is the way of war The train was full and we all shouted as it pulled away. They sang an old war-song, they were true to themselves, they were gay! We might have thought they were going for a holiday |