The sunlight is a wound to me and Jesus Christ has rotted overnight, And peace is now a corpse whose naked body lies half cold upon a shield. The morning wind has grown a hawk’s strong claws, And nothing brings my heart so near to breaking as sunlight surging over the long grass. _The Masses_ _Edmond McKenna_ THE OTHER ARMY O’er ruined road past draggled field, O’er twisted stones of shaken street, Marches an army terrible, The army of the bleeding feet,-- Of skirted feet that now first leave Immaculate field and kitchen floor,-- Old feet that slept beside the hearth, Wee feet that twinkled by the door. To strange world past the parish line (More strange with sound and sight to-day), Recruited fast at every hedge, The gathering army takes its way. Commanders? Aye, they trudge ahead,-- Not badge but babe on every breast. The troops? They straggle at her skirt, From tot to crone, in ranks ill-drest. And uniformed--in rusty best From cedarn chests and linen bags; Ah, rough the roads and chill the winds To sabots split and sudden rags! Equipment? Aye, ’tis furnished well, This army of the old and young,-- On shoulder bent a bundle small, A doll from little fingers swung! Almost complete--it only lacks The battle oath and cheer and song; Save infant fret and agèd sigh, Now dumbly marches it along. Past gaping window, roof and sill It fares to red horizon’s edge, Past blackened furrow, hearth and fane,-- And fast it grows at every hedge! _Boston News Bureau._ _Bartholomew F. Griffin_ THE BUGLE Oh calling, and calling, at the rising of the sun, Hark the bugle clearly singing with the swallows widely winging In the morning just begun. “You are going to the flowing of the traffic-roaring street, “To the toiling and turmoiling, and though toil for man be meet, “Is it all, is it all, thus to plod and feed and crawl, “Is there not a thought to stray from your task from day to day? “Ah, December follows May; leaves will fall! “For the glory gone before you, “For the mother-breast bent o’er you, “The good earth that bore you, “I call, I call!”