_The International_ _William Griffith_ TO THE NECROPHILE (_After reading of the affectionate desire of Germany “to get closer to France,” expressed by the German Secretary of State to the British Ambassador at Berlin, as published in the British White Papers._) With love are you gone mad, O lover of France, That you should be embracing with your arms Her gory body for the gore that warms Only a monster in his dalliance? Alas! she is alive with her alarms, Unwilling yet for the enraged romance. Assault her sacredness of Paris, lance Her flank with such a wound as has its charms. For you who want for your obscene amours The body of a soul that is not yours, For you who want a wound to enter by, For you who want a corpse upon your heart. Coupling with France if France would only die, Not yours the human vow: “_Till death us part!_” _The Trend_ _Walter Conrad Arensberg_ LOUVAIN Bleeding and torn, ravished with sword and flame, By that blasphemer prince, who with the name Of God upon his lips betrayed the state He falsely swore to hold inviolate, Made mad by pride and reckless of the rod, Shaking his mailed fist in the face of God. But not in vain her martyrdom. Louvain, Like the brave maid of France shall rise again; Above her clotted hair a crown shall shine, From her dark ashes rise a hallowed shrine Where pilgrims from far lands shall heal their pain, Shrived by the sacred sorrow of Louvain. _Harper’s Weekly_ _Oliver Herford_ THE ANCIENT SACRIFICE Ye dead and gone great armies of the world, Sweet gleam the fields where ye were used to pass, With Death for leader, legioned like the grass, Day after day by dews of morning pearled. Ye dead and gone great armies, ye were hurled ’Gainst other armies, great and dead and gone, In awful dark: ye died before the dawn, Ne’er knowing how your flags in peace are furled! Ye are the tall fair forests that were felled To build a pyre for strife that it might cease; Ye are the white lambs slaughtered to bring peace; Ye are the sweet ships sunk that storm be quelled; And ye are lilies plucked and set like stars About the blood-stained shrine of bygone wars! _The Bellman_ _Mahlon Leonard Fisher_ THE PIPES OF THE NORTH