CANADIANS With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs, With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs, Low of crest and dull of coat, wan and wild of eye, Shying at a passing cart, swerving from a car, Hollow-necked and hollow-flanked, lean of rib and hip, Fate may bring them dule and woe; better steeds than they Sleep beside the English guns a hundred leagues away; But till war hath need of them, lightly lie their reins, Softly fall the feet of them along the English lanes. WILL H. OGILVIE. By permission, COUNTRY LIFE, London. HERE: AND THERE SEPTEMBER, 1914 HERE Soft benediction of September sun; Voices of children, laughing as they run; Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies; And over all the blue embracing skies. THERE Tumult and roaring of the incessant gun; F. W. BOURDILLON. By permission, CHRISTMAS ROSES FOR 1914, A. L. Humphreys, They have donned their winged helms, They would rise and reign, The young king Sebastian, The old king Charlemagne, Harold with his great bow, Men who heard their horses' hoofs Many a scarlet morn! The Old Kings have risen. Where the hosts advance Up and down the battlefield Stilly down the gray sea glides Up and down the red fields Sends his bowmen wide, Joan that has forgiven them Battles at their side. . . Christ, King of Paradise, Hasten with Thy hosts, Angels all in silver mail, Saints and blessed ghosts, Cry the long swords sheathed again, Cry the pennons furled, Lest under Ragnarok Lie the shattered world! MARGARET WIDDEMER. By permission, Widdemer, THE OLD ROAD TO PARADISE, Henry Holt & Co. THE VOLUNTEER Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent Thinking that so his days would drift away |