_The Literary Digest_ remarked Lloyd Roberts’ _Come Quietly, England_ as ‘one of the most striking statements of what may be called the philosophy of the war from the English [British] point of view because it puts so candidly into words the thoughts that are in the minds of the author’s fellow-countrymen.’ The other poem by Roberts, also in his new simple, colloquial, direct style, is entitled _If I Must_. It is the most remarkably original ‘anti-pacifist’ poem written by an English-speaking poet. It takes the form of a quasi-dramatic monologue, and concludes with a stanza which has, in journalistic slang, ‘punch’ in it. We quote the whole poem:— God knows there’s plenty of earth for all of us; Then why must we sweat for it, deny for it, Pray for it, cry for it, Kill, maim and lie for it, Struggle and suffer and die for it— We who are gentle and sane? Let us respect one another, wherever we are, Fly your flag, O my brother; I like its bright color, whether red, green, or yellow; Your language is queer, but I’ll learn it in time; And you’re a dear fellow, If your laws are not quite so clean as our own; But then ours need pruning, and thistles have grown. So I won’t spill your blood, for that’s not the way To assist in law-making, whatever some say, I’ll try by example to lead you aright Out of the shadows and into the light— If you’ll do as much for me. What! You don’t understand? You refuse my right hand? You say might is right, And to live we must fight? Are we still in such plight? Poor, blind, stupid fool, so deep in the dust— Well, hand me the gun— If I must—if I must!