Maker of Heaven and Earth, Thou, who hast given birth To moving millions of pre-destined spheres, Thou, whose resistless might Resolves the Wrong to Right Missing no moment of the measured years-- Behold, we come to Thee! We lift our swords, unsheath’d, towards Thy throne-- Look down on us, and see Our Sister-Nation, ruined and undone! Martyred for nobleness, for truth and trust; Help us, O God, to raise her from the dust! Be Thou our witness, Lord! We swear with one accord Swift retribution on her treacherous foe! Her bitter wrong is ours And heaven’s full-armèd powers Shall hurl her murderer to his overthrow! Upon her broken wall A silver palace of sweet peace shall rise At that high Festival When Victory’s signal flashes through the skies-- But--until then!--welcome the fiercest fray! We fight for Freedom! God, give us “The Day”! THE GREAT UNREST _(This article was written for “Nash’s Magazine” two years before the War, and was on its appearance prefaced by the following Editor’s Note.)_ EDITOR’S NOTE.--_While “Nash’s Magazine” cheerfully presents the following very radical and profoundly interesting article from the brilliant pen of Miss Marie Corelli, this Magazine should not in any sense be held accountable for either the Author’s views or her expression of them._ “Ye hypocrites! Ye can discern the face of the sky and of the earth, but how is it that ye do not discern this time?” Such was the question put to the people by the Founder of the Christian Faith two thousand years ago--a question not yet answered. Lack of discernment is still as much as ever one of humanity’s chief attributes, or is it perhaps less a lack of discernment than an unwillingness to discern? “Ye hypocrites!” said the Christ. Is it not, after all, sheer hypocrisy which, in the form of social convention, does so obsess Man that, though conscious of approaching storm, he prefers to bury his head, ostrich-like, in a sand-heap of his own delusions in order that he may be as blind and as deaf as possible to the lurid glare and wild uproar of coming disaster? He instinctively knows disaster is imminent--even at his very doors--and that it will presently swoop relentlessly down upon him, perhaps tossing him with other fragments of creation into a chaos from which he shall scarcely emerge with a sound skin; yet knowing, he pretends _not_ to know, and plays the fool with himself and destiny!