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 POLITICS REGAINED 
 
 Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.** 
 
POLITICS REGAINED 
 
 BY 
 
 RICHARD D. WARE 
 
 WITH INTRODUCTORY REMARKS 
 BY 
 
 JOHN MILTON 
 
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 AMHERST Publishing Company 
 
 AMHERST, N. H. 
 
 1920 
 
Copyright 1920 
 
 by 
 
 R. D. Ware 
 
 ©CU601638 
 
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 NOV 12 1920 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 "Know, therefore, when my season comes to sit 
 On David's throne, it shall be like a tree 
 Spreading and overshadowing all the earth, 
 Or as a stone that shall to pieces dash 
 All monarchies besides throughout the world, 
 And of my kingdom there shall be no end- 
 Means there shall be to this ; but what the means 
 Is not for thee to know, nor me to tell." 
 
 "Who ever, by consulting at thy shrine 
 Returned the wiser or the more instruct 
 To fly or follow what concerned him most 
 And run not sooner to his fatal snare? 
 For God hath justly given the nations up 
 To thy delusions ; justly, since they fell 
 Idolatrous." 
 
ULYSSES 
 
 "To the winds they set 
 Their corners when with blusters to confound." 
 
 Now welcome, Brother, from thy pilgrimage 
 
 Across the sea! 
 
 Didst find it free. 
 
 Or in its foaming rage 
 
 Compelling tribute from thine innermost 
 
 As on its surge thou tosst? 
 
 Or didst thou soothe 
 
 Its yeasty undulations 
 
 As were they warring nations 
 
 With Delphic phrase and make them smooth? 
 
 What bringest thou within thy leathern scrip 
 
 Back from thy trip 
 
 To keep thy self-sought tryst 
 
 Where God grinds at His mill 
 
 All-patient and All-just? Didst fill 
 
 Thy scrip with wholesome grist 
 
 To give thy people of their staff 
 
 Of life and nourishment, 
 
 Or hast thou spent 
 
 Their substance for but chaff? 
 
 Or shall they find that thou hast pinned 
 
 Their faith again to wind ? 
 
 The gifts of Aeolus with all the craft 
 
 Of sailoring Ulysses wrought in vain 
 
 Could not prevail against the Gods to waft 
 
 His puny ship back to its port again. 
 
 So, tossing empty windbags overside 
 
 And reefing veering sail to futile mast 
 
 With valiant hearts their own strong arms they plied 
 
 And came to long lost Ithaca at last. 
 
THE SHIP 
 
 "Created hugest that swim the ocean-stream." 
 
 Swift through black squalls and driving- snow- 
 Surged the great ship of State 
 The "Washington," 
 Blind in the murk but speeding on 
 Her course true to her loyalty that Fate 
 Was kind her Captain at her bow. 
 Then crackled loud the wireless 
 And crafty words and veiled hypocracies 
 Sped forth; threats that unless 
 The Truth be gagged with lies 
 Chaos would rule, and that the land 
 Upon whose stern and rock-bound coast first stand 
 For freedom in the new world hithersea 
 By those brave seekers for the Truth and Liberty 
 Had been maintained would stand in shame 
 Before the world. 
 Then did the great ship groan 
 That from her decks Untruth had flown 
 Abroad to be proclaimed, 
 And sought to hurl herself upon the rocks 
 That she remain unshamed 
 Before such mocks 
 Of her great name. 
 
REBIRTH 
 "For Chaos heard his voice." 
 
 Now has the world been born again ! 
 
 Not from the womb of Space 
 
 But from a fountain pen, 
 
 And in the place 
 
 Of Universal Law to save it from the brink 
 
 Of Chaos shall it gravitate 
 
 By virtue of a document of state 
 
 Writ by the midwife's hand in turgid ink. 
 
ANACHARSIS 
 
 "Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, Dominions I reduce." 
 
 Just as old Anacharsis Clootz 
 Shot off his own pet League of Nations, 
 So now our Mr- Wilson shoots 
 The same old stuff in his orations. 
 An hundred years and more are gone 
 Since rocket-like it rose on high 
 When Anacharsis touched it off, 
 Stick-like upon the earth to die. 
 Yet seemingly, die it did not 
 But got put into an asylum 
 And now escaped seeks the old spot 
 And newer listeners to beguile 'em. 
 Sans vision, teeth, and everything 
 That gives to strength of life its glow, 
 With halting steps, from senile mind 
 It prates of things which are not so. 
 But though the listeners understand 
 It's folly, they are kindly men, 
 And listening wait to take its hand. 
 Back to the Old Folks' Home again. 
 
THE LEAGUE 
 
 "Oh argument blasphemous, false and proud." 
 
 "He kept us out of war." 
 
 Now that its thunders cease 
 
 He sets his will as law 
 
 And keeps the world from peace. 
 
 With cart before his horse 
 
 Fast hitched, on single track, 
 
 He cannot make the course. 
 
 He will not back. 
 
 A League? So be it, when the job is done 
 
 That makes France safe and Belgium's wrongs repaired ; 
 
 Then let it be a league against the Hun, 
 
 Not one to coddle him that he be spared. 
 
 And set in company with honest men. 
 
 That he may seek to cut their throats again. 
 
THE INTERPRETERS 
 
 — "with grave 
 Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed 
 A pillar of state." 
 
 With covenants and Leagues a-whirl within my head, 
 
 Sonorous phrases circling through my mind, 
 
 I sought my bed, 
 
 Perchance some peace to find. 
 
 I dreamed. 
 
 And first it seemed 
 
 I stood within a burial place 
 
 Beneath great cypresses with rows on '•^ws 
 
 Of marble monuments to those 
 
 Who having served to keep 
 
 The Law 
 
 Now for a space 
 
 Sought likewise rest in sleep. 
 
 It might not be. 
 
 "Oyez ! Oyez ! Oyez !" 
 
 Proclaimed a voice 
 
 And left no choice 
 
 But listen to its words. Then came 
 
 In tones melodious, lofty, the self-same 
 
 Preamble ambulating on 
 
 That I had sought to flee 
 
 When bedward I had gone. 
 
 Then as the Articles winged forth in their full flight 
 
 Of phrase I seemed to hear the sound 
 
 As of one in sore plight 
 
 Beneath the ground. 
 
 As though he groaned and turned 
 
 Upon the grid whereon he burned. 
 
 Then the sod broke 
 
 And at my hand upsat 
 
 Sir Edward Coke. 
 
 "God's Blood, what's that !" 
 
 He spoke. 
 
 Then as the Voice intoned another Article profound 
 
 There groaned another sleeper from the ground 
 
 lo 
 
And William Blackstone sat up in his grave. 
 
 Cried he, "Me Lud, The Councillor doth rave J" 
 
 Stayed not the Voice upon its course 
 
 But went from bad to worse, 
 
 And as some fierce volcanic wrench 
 
 Had wrought beneath the sod 
 
 The mighty Eldon rose as to his bench 
 
 And roared "My God !" 
 
 So sat they listening till the Voice was spent- 
 
 Then said the Chancellor, "if be it the intent 
 
 That we do now discover what is meant 
 
 By these fair words and phrases fine 
 
 So that men may divine 
 
 The workings of this instrument 
 
 I say it is too much for me. 
 
 Ned, William, do you both agree?" 
 
 And nodding as the Gods so nodded the Big Three. 
 
 Then said the Chancellor "Let this be the decree." 
 
 And banging on his coffin with his fist, 
 
 "With costs; the bill's dismissed!" 
 
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PETER 
 
 "Here pilgrims roam, that strayed so far to seek 
 In Golgotha him dead who lives in Heaven." 
 
 Within a cave among the hills and rocks 
 
 The holy Peter sat. 
 
 Not he who was the Rock whereon was reared 
 
 The mighty edifice of Rome ; 
 
 The man of righteous wrath 
 
 With sword in hand 
 
 Who sought to save his Master from the end 
 
 He sought 
 
 That His will might be done ; 
 
 He who went forth, the seeking found, 
 
 Among the people of the earth 
 
 To tell them of the words his ears had heard 
 
 Straight from the Master's tongue 
 
 In all their privity, 
 
 But one who sat apart from all mankind, 
 
 Blind to the earthly burdens borne, 
 
 Deaf to all human speech, 
 
 But seeing visions in the cavern gloom 
 
 And hearing voices singing in his ears 
 
 He deemed celestial. 
 
 So was he obsessed. 
 
 Lost to the living Truth those words had told, 
 
 That dwelt he sole upon the Sepulchre 
 
 Wherein He who had spoke those words 
 
 Did He. 
 
 This place lay in the power of the Infidels 
 
 And must be saved 
 
 Or all the world was lost ; 
 
 And he who led to save it from the Saracens 
 
 Would be a greater one in God's own eyes 
 
 Than Gregory the Pope at Rome himself. 
 
 So came he down from out the desert place 
 
 And preached 
 
 With all the pent up fire long suppressed 
 
 That they who would their own salvation find 
 
 Must follow him full faith 
 
 Where voice and visions led. 
 
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The peoples heard, 
 
 Inflamed, and gathered in a multitude, 
 
 And leagued themselves, blind in the new taught faith, 
 
 To set their eyes upon the Holy Sepulchre 
 
 And see naught else between. 
 
 Then fared they eastward forth 
 
 With Peter in the lead, 
 
 Knights clad in armor, bearing lance and sword, 
 
 Men, women, old and young, unarmored save in faith, 
 
 And little children singing in great companies 
 
 As sought they Him who loved them more than all. 
 
 These unprovisioned Peter led. 
 
 Eyes blinded with the glory of his quest 
 
 And of his own to be. 
 
 First fell the children on the way 
 
 To seek His side from utter weariness. 
 
 Then those whose bodies failed 
 
 As spirit flagged. 
 
 Then those who naked stood before the darts 
 
 Of the Hungarians. 
 
 Then those who starved. 
 
 Then those who fell too weak to rise again 
 
 From out the bogs that sucked them down 
 
 To die. 
 
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THE LOBBYIST 
 
 "He, leading swiftly rolled 
 
 In tangles and made intricate seem straight 
 
 To mischief swift." 
 
 Master or minion of another's mind, 
 The chooser by the chosen set 
 At his right hand. 
 The one 
 
 Of all his hundred million fellow citizens 
 Alone deemed fit 
 To enter in the silences 
 And watch the incubation 
 Of the Newer Universe ; 
 Unlearned, 
 
 Swift argosies of Magi from the West 
 Consigned to him on S- O. S. 
 To prime him with the things he does not know, 
 And yet proclaimed as wise 
 Despite his written words. 
 And thrust as peer 
 
 Upon the gathered wnsdom of the heirs 
 Of centuries 
 
 That he the gamester self-proclaimed 
 Of peanut politics 
 May deal and shuffle in the game 
 With Fate. 
 
 Through him the Nation, dumb, 
 Is held to speak 
 
 In furtive whispers of the lobbyist. 
 Through him the Nation, l^lind. 
 Is held to grope 
 Gumshoed and pussyfoot. 
 Tiptoeing through the corridors of palaces- 
 Through him, 
 The biggest boss or bluff' 
 In all its history. 
 
 The Nations' will and purpose have become 
 A joke. 
 
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THE BRETHREN 
 
 "Attended with ten thousand saints 
 
 He onward came; far off his coming shone. 
 
 "And live in thee transplanted and from thee 
 Receive new life." 
 
 The volley ! muffled drums ! 
 
 Taps ! 
 
 And the silence of the ages comes. 
 
 With sobs and sorrow pent 
 
 And faces grim 
 
 Stands fast his regiment, 
 
 Eyes dim with love of him 
 
 God-given in name and deed 
 
 To lead 
 
 In time of need. 
 
 The drums ! 
 
 Swift stands intent 
 
 The regiment. 
 
 Up comes his charger's crest. 
 
 He neighs, as had he gazed 
 
 Upon his master's shade. 
 
 Then forward sways 
 
 To sob of heart and throb of drum 
 
 The regiment, whence it had come. 
 
 North, south, east, west. 
 
 To bear his word like flaming sword 
 
 Throughout the land he loved the best. 
 
 On shall it go 
 
 Immortal, through the land, 
 
 Throughout the world ; 
 
 Its task that it unmask 
 
 Hypocrisy and lay it low. 
 
 And with his standard of the Right unfurled 
 
 Fight for it to the death 
 
 As fought to his last breath 
 
 He who still leads it on 
 
 To Victory won. 
 
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Once more the drums, 
 
 No longer throbbing with the grief 
 
 For the great chief 
 
 They mourned, 
 
 But as the tumuU of the ocean comes 
 
 With rising overwhehning tide 
 
 Of wrath 
 
 Against the puny things endured and scorned 
 
 Man builds across its path 
 
 Now to be hurled aside. 
 
 Unswathed, the banner of the regiment 
 
 Gleams like the sign set in the sky 
 
 God sent, 
 
 Guidon of Truth and Right, 
 
 As onward to the fight 
 
 The ranks go marching by 
 
 With one of lion heart and staunch as oak 
 
 In lead 
 
 Upon the gallant steed 
 
 Who heard his voice alone 
 
 Of all who spoke 
 
 His hero gone. 
 
 So the great mother of us all 
 
 First heard these things. 
 
 And brushing from her eyes the tears, 
 
 Then saw. Death in his pall 
 
 Fled on his grisly wings 
 
 With all his fears 
 
 From Life regained, 
 
 And as the leader reined 
 
 And leaped down from his seat 
 
 To kneel in service at her feet 
 
 Her sword unstained 
 
 She raised, and with its flaming blade 
 
 Gave him the accolade- 
 
 "Rise up!" she said, 
 
 "My knight and champion. 
 
 Lead on !" 
 
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LA PUCELLE BLESSEE 
 
 "Great are thy virtues." 
 
 France lies as that one fallen among thieves 
 
 Beside the path 
 
 As lay she when the nations came in righteous wrath 
 
 And drove the thieves away. 
 
 Still by her side they stay 
 
 And each one grieves 
 
 Within its heart for her grown weak 
 
 From ravishment and wounds 
 
 Each one as glorious as those from which redounds 
 
 The glory of the One who saved mankind. 
 
 And as the nations saw so shall they seek 
 
 Those wounds to bind. 
 
 Now comes the High Priest of the Pharisees. 
 
 His heart the inner shrine 
 
 Of righteousness of self. 
 
 Upon his brow white shine 
 
 His broad phylacteries 
 
 Of holiness. Intent on place or pelf 
 
 He hastens on his way 
 
 To seek what he may find 
 
 To make his own, 
 
 Nor will he turn his face or stay 
 
 Although he hears her groan 
 
 But to her wounds wills that his eyes be blind. 
 
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TO FRANCE 
 
 "For good unknown sure is not had, or, had 
 And yet unknown, is as not had at all." 
 
 Nay France, 'tis not America that speaks ! 
 
 Not she that seeks 
 
 To thrust a canting brotherhood 
 
 With murderers upon the men who stood 
 
 Against their might and lust ; 
 
 Who said "they shall not pass !" 
 
 And made them bite the dust. 
 
 Lose not your trust, 
 
 That trust so late deserved 
 
 So hardly won 
 
 Now war is done ! 
 
 'Tis not America ! It is one man who speaks. 
 
 One man, and he the same 
 
 Who voiced the coward claim 
 
 Of proud poltroonery as hers ; 
 
 One in whose heart there stirs 
 
 The fluid of a fish ; 
 
 The one who voiced the wish 
 
 That you come not victorious to peace ; 
 
 The one who did not cease 
 
 To prate and palter on for years 
 
 Until his fears 
 
 For his own self-advancement now allayed 
 
 Turned into hopes for more, — 
 
 But not before. 
 
 So was your sister stayed. 
 
 That is the voice you hear, 
 
 The voice of one apart. 
 
 Soon shall her own voice speak. 
 
 She will not break 
 
 Your heart! 
 
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THE HIGH COMMAND 
 
 "I commanded the Twenty-Sixth Division." 
 
 Woodrow Wilson at Boston, February 1919. 
 
 "And thou in military prowess next, 
 Gabriel." 
 
 Said Sargint Johnny Cassidy to Corp'ril Jimmy Shea 
 "What in the love uv Hivv'n's this the paper has to say ! 
 There ain't no sinse into it. The types must ha' got mixt. 
 The Prisidint warn't in command o' the Ould Twenty- 
 sixt'." 
 
 "Who says he was," says Jimmy. 
 
 "Himself," says Sargint John. 
 
 "The hell he was," says Jimmy. 
 
 "He's givin' youse the con." 
 
 Said Sargint Johnny Cassidy to Corp'ril Jimmy Shea 
 "'Twas Gin'ral Edwards on the ship when we sailed 
 
 down the bay. 
 And thin I seen him Over There a-workin' at H. Q. 
 I never seen the Prisidint a-takin' a review." 
 
 "Who says he did," says Jimmy. 
 
 "Himself," says Sargint John. 
 
 "Loike hell he did," says Jimmy 
 
 "He's givin' youse the con." 
 
 Said Sargint Johnny Cassidy to Corp'ril Jimmy Shea 
 "They run the Twenty-sixt' out there in somethin' loike 
 
 this way. 
 'Twas Edwards passed the word to Cole, thin Logan to 
 
 the byes. 
 God help me, on the Prisidint I niver laid me oiyes." 
 
 "Who says ye did," says Jimmy. 
 
 "Himself," says Sargint John. 
 
 "Loike hell ye did," says Jimmy, 
 
 "He's givin' youse the con." 
 
 Said Sargint Johnny Cassidy to Corp'ril Jimmy Shea 
 "There's one damn thing I'm damn sure av, no matter 
 what ye say. 
 
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I'm sure it vvarn't the Prisidint a-leadin' on ahead 
 The toime I got meself me Hun and thin me junk o' 
 lead." 
 
 "Who says it was," says Jimmy. 
 
 "Himself," says Sargint John. 
 
 "Loike hell it was," says Jimmy. 
 
 "He's givin' youse the con." 
 
 Said Sargint Johnny Cassidy to Corp'ril Jimmy Shea 
 "There's one thing I'll not understand until me dyin' day. 
 How could the Prisidint be there across at Schipperay 
 And him adjournin' politics three thousand miles away 1" 
 
 "Who said he was," says Jimmy. 
 
 "Himself," says Sargint John. 
 
 "Loike hell he was," says Jimmy. 
 
 "He's givin' youse the con." 
 
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THE KINGS 
 
 "When he v/ho rules is worthiest, and excels 
 Thein v/hom he governs." 
 
 Where are the Kings of former days ! 
 
 The rulers by the Grace of God ; 
 
 The Caesars to whom it was held but meet 
 
 To render what was theirs 
 
 As common justice done 
 
 By God's own Son : 
 
 The Men on Horseback whose swift chargers trod 
 
 The people underneath their feet 
 
 The while the people chanted songs of praise ; 
 
 Now will the people with aught but a clod 
 
 Greet Kings by the Grace of God? 
 
 Is He the power that upholds the rule 
 
 Of looting, lustful murderers? Or of the tool 
 
 Of half-taught ignorance that twists the Truth 
 
 To lies upon the rack, 
 
 Himself, self-seeking, impotent, but at his back 
 
 A brutal mob ? Then where good sooth 
 
 Is God 
 
 That he sends not again 
 
 The Kingly Kings of men ! 
 
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PROHIBITIA 
 
 "The rule of not too much, by temperance taught." 
 
 Thy vices reft from thee, 
 Sweet New Democracy, 
 
 Of them I sing. 
 Thy out- and indoor sports ; 
 Thy ancient rums and ports; 
 At thy gilt framed resorts 
 
 In vain we ring. 
 
 Only the memories 
 Of thy lost liberties 
 
 May with us stay. 
 No more the ponies prance ; 
 Closed are thy games of chance ; 
 No more the passing glance 
 
 Makes bright the day. 
 
 When comes upon the earth 
 Of vices such a dearth. 
 
 Death hath no sting. 
 Wine may no longer flow ; 
 Women may come and go ; 
 Let every freeman know 
 
 He still may sing! 
 
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THE LEAGUERS 
 
 "Grey-headed men and grave, with warriors mixed 
 Assemble, and harangues are heard." 
 
 The tumuh and the shouting dies ; 
 
 The Bakers and the Tafts depart ; 
 
 We Hstened to their joyous cries 
 
 But no new thing did they impart. 
 
 What is it we are going to get ? 
 
 We don't know yet. We don't know yet. 
 
 Now fare they forth throughout the land 
 
 To speak again as here they spoke, 
 
 And soothe the people's loud demand 
 
 That it may buy a pig in poke. 
 
 What is it we are going to get ? 
 
 We don't know yet. We don't know yet. 
 
 Some still benighted put their trust 
 
 In what their fathers wrought and planned 
 
 And are not blinded by word dust 
 
 But wait until they understand. 
 
 From frantic scheme and foolish word 
 
 Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. 
 
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THE VOICE 
 
 "for of whom such massacre 
 Make they but of their brethren." 
 
 Inspired by the thrilling Russian Voice 
 
 Which calls to us to say what we desire ; 
 
 To say in what if anything our choice 
 
 Is not as theirs ; to what high aspirations higher 
 
 Than had their spirit flown 
 
 Would soar our own, — 
 
 So did the Voice sound musical to him 
 
 Like that of Cherubim, 
 
 Him who hears but the voices of the air 
 
 And shut his ears to that of his own land 
 
 When it but asks that it may understand 
 
 His ministry of things put in his care. 
 
 This man then said that hand in hand 
 
 We walked with them ; sat with them at the salt upon 
 
 the board ; 
 Their aspirations ours, ours theirs ; 
 With theirs our spirit soared. 
 And to set free the two from all their cares, 
 That Brotherhood should be and war should cease 
 Proclaimed his program of The Perfect Peace, 
 The only one that satisfied his soul; 
 And that it might lead to a lofty goal 
 He saw in vision vibrant from the thrills 
 That he might gain himself, made it no worse ; 
 And no man might rehearse 
 How pregnant was it of a myriad ills. 
 Then by the might of valiant men 
 Came Victory, but came not with it Peace. 
 He bars the way. 
 
 Now speaks the thrilling Voice again. 
 No man can stay 
 Nor will it cease. 
 Now does he find it thrill 
 Howling "Kill ! Kill !" 
 
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IN MEMORIAM 
 
 "Shalt thou give law to God? Shalt thou dispute 
 With Him the points of Liberty?" 
 
 There were 14 peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There were 14 peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Take pitiless publicity down from the wall 
 And there's thirteen peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There were 13 peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There were 13 peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Freedom of the seas comes down from the wall 
 And there's twelve little peace points hanging on the 
 wall. 
 
 There were 12 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There were 12 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Tariffs and duties come down off the wall 
 And eleven little peace points are hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 11 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 1 1 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Armies and navies come down off the wall 
 And there's ten little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 10 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 10 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Take the colonies down from the wall 
 And there's nine little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 9 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 9 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Hang Mr. Trotzky high on the wall 
 And there's eight little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 8 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 8 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 No one thinks of Belgium now at all 
 And there's seven little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
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There's 7 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 7 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 France takes her own back over the wall 
 And there's six little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 6 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 6 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Italy gets what she wants, that's all. 
 And there's five little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 5 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 5 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall 
 And there's four little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 4 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 4 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Down from the Balkans came another squall 
 And there's three little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There were 3 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There were 3 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Carve up Ttirkey, there's enough for all, 
 And there's two little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
 There's 2 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 There's 2 little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 Paderewski played in his home town hall 
 And there's one little peace point hang-ing on the wall. 
 
 There was i little peace point hanging on the wall. 
 There was i little peace point hanging on the wall. 
 Knox knocked the box and the sox and all. 
 And there's no little peace points hanging on the wall. 
 
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THE IMMIGRANTS 
 
 "Before the gates there sat 
 On either side a formidable shape." 
 
 Stood shivering on the Door-mat of Cokimbia 
 
 Two cunning little Bolsheviks 
 
 From far Fakeovia, 
 
 Young Ivan Cutyourthroatovich, 
 
 His little sister Alix Thengohangyourself, 
 
 And pleading, sad-eyed, sought 
 
 Admission 
 
 To the hospitable door. 
 
 The kind warm-hearted door man opened wide, 
 
 But Uncle Sam 
 
 Who saw them from the settin' room 
 
 Stood up in his big boots 
 
 And said 
 
 "See here, you let those imps of Satan 
 
 In 
 
 And I'll jest let ye know 
 
 I'll kick you 
 
 Out 1" 
 
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CYCLE 
 "Concourse in arms, fierce faces threatening war," 
 
 Against the hordes from out the East stood fast 
 The Knighthood of the West ; 
 Withstood the savage blast 
 And charged with lance in rest. 
 Skyward the war-cry rings ! 
 "Make safe the world for Kings !" 
 
 Against the Kings the Peoples of the earth 
 Foregathered for the fray, 
 To try the issue of the greater worth 
 Of ruling self or rule by such as they. 
 Skyward the Peoples' battle-cry ! 
 "We make the world safe for Democracy !" 
 
 Against the hordes from out the East stand fast 
 The Peoples of the West 
 But bending in the blast 
 Of Worst against the Best. 
 Skyward the slogan shrieks ! 
 "Make safe the world for Bolsheviks !" 
 
 Against the Worst the Best throughout the earth 
 Foregathered for the fray, 
 To try the issue of the greater worth 
 Of Righteousness or rule by such as they. 
 Forward the legions trod ! 
 "Make safe the world for God !" 
 
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LEAGUE OF NATIONS 
 
 "and the law of faith 
 working through love upon their hearts shall write." 
 
 While Presidents and Premiers match minds 
 
 With heads I win and tails you lose 
 
 Behind closed doors and lowered blinds ; 
 
 While still more pointless the world finds 
 
 The Fourteen Points than even it had thought 
 
 And mutters "what's the use ;" 
 
 While the millenium remains unwrought 
 
 By magic of their spell, and still not yet 
 
 Not even half a league have they progressed 
 
 Onward to that great League they all professed 
 
 To be so keen about 
 
 When talking through their high silk hats abroad 
 
 That looks so different sitting 'round the board 
 
 With all its inwards out ; 
 
 While Peace alone is told to mind its business ; 
 
 While Prophets taking counsel whirl in dizziness 
 
 As whirling dervishes, anoint with perspiration, 
 
 Proclaim from addlement God-given inspiration ; 
 
 While waits the world to come into its own, 
 
 Our little League of Nations here in town 
 
 Goes on as it has done since its creation. 
 
 First coming into town, last going out, 
 
 There comes a Yankee's place. About 
 
 An hundred rods beyond a Yorkshireman 
 
 By birth, reborn American, 
 
 Lives in an ancient house beneath the spread 
 
 Of mighty elms that tower overhead. 
 
 Their lands march side by side, and though a wall 
 
 Of mossy stones sets off the bounds, yet stones will fall 
 
 As though by hands unseen, and vagrant cows 
 
 Stroll through enticing breach intent to browse 
 
 On cabbages or corn, but not so far 
 
 Has either neighbor girt himself for war 
 
 And slain his neighbor and his neighbor's wife 
 
 And put his screaming children to the knife 
 
 For even such more warrantable cause 
 
 Than potentates are wont to find for wars. 
 
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Not far from these two fair-haired \'ikings live, 
 
 And in their shop as busy as a hive 
 
 With hum of planer, lathe, and saw 
 
 Turn out the sleds and wagons for 
 
 Their neighbors on their farms. A son of France 
 
 By way of Canadaw now plants 
 
 His potat' in the field unfortified 
 
 Against the thrifty German on whose side 
 
 Of the low wall grow early peas 
 
 And rows on rows of luscious strawberries. 
 
 On up the road a swart Italian tends 
 
 His herd of cows and every morning sends 
 
 A bright platoon of milk cans to the train 
 
 And fetches them at night to fill again. 
 
 These are our Leaguers, neighbors each to each. 
 
 They need no fading covenants to teach 
 
 Their hearts wherein their greater interest 
 
 And duty lies ; what is the best 
 
 In the long run, and that to over-reach 
 
 With guile or the high hand 
 
 Is not to become blest 
 
 In the ill-gotten thing or ill-done deed. 
 
 Each comes to each in time of need 
 
 In offered helpfulness. On call 
 
 For common need and service all 
 
 Respond fullhandedly, as when the lightning struck 
 
 The schoolhouse last July. The old hand truck 
 
 And chemical got on the job so quick 
 
 They had it out before the flames could lick 
 
 A shingle up. Another time a tough 
 
 Cheap crowd of motor sports came through 
 
 And stopped down at the store and thought they'd do 
 
 The place up, but enough 
 
 Good able-bodied Leaguers happened on the scene 
 
 To throw them out and into their machine 
 
 Although there was no covenant to treat 'em rough. 
 
 These things and more they do, unboimd 
 
 By covenant or pact. 
 
 But for the common good as they have foinid 
 
 The knowledge of it do they act 
 
 As kindly helpful men the whole world round. 
 
 Nor do they seek to justify their works 
 
 By bleats of Brotherhood or their love for Turks. 
 
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THE COVENANT 
 
 "The bold design 
 Pleased highly those Infernal States." 
 
 "To work in close design, by fraud or guile, 
 What force effected not." 
 
 When Man sets up his man-made laws in place 
 
 Of those divinely made ; 
 
 When scriveners on parchments set displayed 
 
 Their manufactured terms in substitute for those the 
 
 grace 
 Of God has put within Man's heart 
 From which he may depart 
 A while but not stand lost and strayed 
 Save in disgrace ; 
 That which is out is out. 
 That which is in is in. 
 No more ; that sin 
 May be defined within the bound 
 Of its four corners, that which is not found 
 Therein so standing virtuous. So if he bind 
 Himself that he not steal 
 Then may he find himself and feel 
 Full free to burn and slay, and flout 
 The minions of the moral law 
 Come pounding at his door to tell him its intent 
 Was likewise in the instrument, 
 Not out of it, when for 
 
 That it should stay out did his lawyer draw 
 The covenant, that thought be free 
 Of conscience and morality. 
 So if a man sees fit 
 To bind himself to stand 
 And look on children slain, and say that it 
 Is nothing for his hand to stay 
 Until another speaks. 
 This may he do with covenant and seal, 
 And yet how will he feel when comes the day 
 That he stands all alone and knows he cannot stay 
 Against the mob 
 
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Then come to slay or rob 
 
 Him of his child, the while those others prate 
 
 Of rights within the instrument and seek 
 
 For loopholes in the deed that they may break 
 
 Its law and likewise stand 
 
 While he goes down beneath a bloody hand. 
 
 Yet had the document been left undrawn 
 
 Not one of them who signed who had not gone. 
 
 "Be noble, and the nobleness that lies in other men 
 
 Sleeping but never dead, will rise in majesty 
 
 To meet thine own." 
 
 The false gods come when the true gods have flown. 
 
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ACHILLES 
 
 "The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim 
 In close recess and secret conclave sat." 
 
 Upon the platform of the League 
 
 Stood he who builded it, 
 
 Against the world intrigue 
 
 That sought to lay it low. 
 
 With dazzling words he gilded it 
 
 Till that which was and that which was not so 
 
 Blurred in refulgent glow. 
 
 Up bounded to his side as great Achilles leaped 
 
 From out his chariot on the plain of Troy 
 
 Another one, in lore and wisdom steeped 
 
 As Diomed had been in Stygian flood 
 
 Save at the heel. This one, with shouts of joy 
 
 As at salvation Sunday shown, proclamed it good 
 
 And started in to prove how black was white 
 
 And white was black with all his weighty might. 
 
 Old Democraticus himself was in the crowd. 
 
 And looking up to him who stole his thunder 
 
 Knew well that he would never be allowed 
 
 Upon the platform, so he crawled in under. 
 
 And with a hatchet trenchant as the one 
 
 Which once laid low a famous cherry tree 
 
 He smote the platform's props till all was done 
 
 Save one last whack to save Democracy. 
 
 He whacked. A flying nail like dart of steel 
 
 Pierced the new convert in the heel. 
 
 And as the platform fell fell he 
 
 Upon the one who t(3yed with Destiny. 
 
 So do the mighty fall from where they sit 
 
 If speak they not the Truth, naught else, and all of it. 
 
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LOHENGRIN 
 
 "Oh. prophet of glad tidings, finisher 
 Of utmost hope." 
 
 Sat tite within his Httel bote 
 Upon ye Stream of Wordes 
 Now comes ye Happy Warrior 
 Drawn by two gentil birdes. 
 Drawn by two gentil birdes, sirs, 
 Drawn by two gentil birdes. 
 Now comes ye Happy Wnrrior 
 Drawn by two gentil birdes. 
 
 "What is thy name," the Herald cried ; 
 
 "Thy armes I do not know." 
 
 " 'Twas Lohengrin before ye warre; 
 
 Now I am hight Woodrow." 
 
 Now he is hight Woodrow, sirs, etc. 
 
 Then did he smite ye villayne sore 
 Full straight on ye midriff 
 And with a few well choosen wordes 
 Despatched ye foul caitiff. 
 Despatched ye foul caitiff, sirs, etc. 
 
 Clad in his snow-whyte panoply 
 
 Free from all rust of pryde 
 
 He deigned to take fair Elsa 
 
 To be his promised bride. 
 
 To be his promised bride, sirs, etc. 
 
 But 'ere the consummation 
 
 Of their connubyal blis.^e 
 
 He took her forehead in his hands 
 
 And planted a chaste kiss. 
 
 And planted a chaste kiss, sirs, etc. 
 
 "My dear," he said in gentil tone, 
 
 I prithee turne not pale. 
 
 But I must hie to gay Paree 
 
 To seek ye Holy Grail. 
 
 To seek ve Holy Grail, sirs, etc. 
 
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And then he tore himself away 
 And beat it for his shippe. 
 Ye Httel bote was all too frail 
 To stand ye ocean trippe. 
 To stand ye ocean trippe, sirs, etc. 
 
 And now by wireless he sends 
 Kind messages to Elsa, 
 And she, forsaken, trusting mayde, 
 Believes all that he tells her. 
 Believes all that he tells her, sirs, etc. 
 
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LAOCOON 
 
 "thick swarming now 
 With complicated monsters, head and tail." 
 
 "Fear ye the Greeks when come they bearing gifts. 
 
 That Horse which seeks admittance at our gates and Hfts 
 
 Its crest on high above our battlements 
 
 As would it spy upon us represents 
 
 But one more trick Ulysses has devised 
 
 That Troy may be surprised. 
 
 Destroy this thing nor tempt the Fates 
 
 By dragging it within our gates." 
 
 So spoke the priest of the Far-darting One, 
 
 Laocoon, 
 
 In the full truth the God had sent 
 
 Like light into his heart, 
 
 And with his two sons went 
 
 Into the shrine, apart 
 
 From all the discord and the mutterings 
 
 Truth brings. 
 
 Then sought them there two serpents from the sea. 
 
 Twin monsters of Untruth, and throwing fold on fold 
 
 Around their limbs swift strangled them in agony 
 
 That no more Truth be told. 
 
 So let it be when Untruth men proclaim 
 
 Within our walls ! Then let Apollo send 
 
 Upon their lies his light 
 
 And Pythons twain the rostrum to ascend 
 
 To end the shame 
 
 And crush them in their might. 
 
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THE CREELS 
 
 "In show plebeian Angel militant 
 Of lowest order." 
 
 If ever once the Country gets the Truth, 
 
 The whole of it 
 
 And nothing but, 
 
 With nothing shut 
 
 Out from the light by those who minister to it ; 
 
 If only once they gave 
 
 It white in all its nakedness 
 
 Unclothed in fakedness 
 
 Instead of swathed in veils 
 
 Of words and phrases fit for fairy tales, 
 
 Then in good sooth 
 
 'Twould seek to find 
 
 Had it gone blind 
 
 Or did its ministers but rave. 
 
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THE DRUMMER 
 
 "Bold deed thou hast presumed." 
 
 From the home office fared the drummer forth 
 
 With sample case in hand. 
 
 Yet samples bore he none 
 
 Of the sound merchandise of worth 
 
 His house put out and planned 
 
 To send abroad now war was done 
 
 To help rebuild the havoc of the Hun. 
 
 That which he sought to sell in secret thought 
 
 Was not for trunk or case, 
 
 But in a brain distraught 
 
 With dreams of power and place 
 
 He carried schemes that could be bought 
 
 For his own sole account 
 
 So might he mount 
 
 Though fell the credit of the iiousf- into disgrace. 
 
 Came in expense accounts for dinners, wines, cigars, 
 
 But still no business done. 
 
 Long cabled messages of matching minds 
 
 With other drummers sitting with closed blinds 
 
 As drummers take their fun 
 
 Up in their rooms or in the hotel bars. 
 
 Then came a copy of a contract made, unauthorized.. 
 
 And as the partners read with eyes surprised 
 
 They saw beyond a doubt 
 
 That he had sold them out. 
 
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THE SCOTCHMAN 
 
 "and found arms 
 Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose." 
 
 A Scotchman once there was 
 
 Who sat in an high place, 
 
 Some said by God's good grace. 
 
 So high he was he said above the laws 
 
 He sat and flouted them, and claimed 
 
 Prerogative that never had been named 
 
 As his, and with a frowning brow 
 
 Threatened the people's representatives 
 
 Who dared to disallow 
 
 His mandates at the peril of their lives. 
 
 Then fell the hand of Fate upon his neck, 
 
 And from the wreck 
 
 Of broken oaths and covenants and wars 
 
 He fled 
 
 To save his head. 
 
 'T was James of England. Who did you think it was ? 
 
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THE MEEK 
 
 **Go whither fate and inclination strong 
 Leads thee." 
 
 Beyond four years we heard the awful roar 
 
 From the hot throats of guns grown gruff 
 
 From bellowing their wrath 
 
 Without surcease. 
 
 Now bids it fair to be four more 
 
 Before the orators will have enough 
 
 Of words and start upon the path 
 
 To Peace 
 
 From loss of breath 
 
 In trying to talk war to death. 
 
 To League or not to League ! 
 
 So does the question lie 
 
 As put before the mind. 
 
 Wise stay-at-homes now find 
 
 That men went forth to die 
 
 With that high purpose sole within their hearts, 
 
 And so each one imparts 
 
 The truth to us without the least fatigue 
 
 To his own soul, 
 
 While those who fought and found the goal 
 
 They sought and now are done with it 
 
 Reply "Oh hell, get on with it !" 
 
 So in two warring camps we split, 
 
 The men who would get on with it 
 
 And those whose little course were run 
 
 If war and all its train were done 
 
 And teaching, preaching, screeching, found no one 
 
 To sit in wide-eyed marvel at their feet 
 
 To hear them bleat. 
 
 Why not provide that those the sheep-like ones 
 
 Who seek their fate as sheep bell-wethers seek. 
 
 The mulish ones who follow after mares 
 
 And those whose burdened souls would shift their cares 
 
 40 
 
To Councillors, Mikados, Woodrows, Kings, 
 
 Content with little places in such suns 
 
 Of Destiny themselves, well knowing that the meek 
 
 Are the inheritors of all that brings 
 
 Contentment on the earth— that those apply 
 
 As mandatories for the loving tutelage 
 
 Of those benighted ones beneath the burning sky 
 
 Of Africa or where the South Seas rage 
 
 And teach and preach and screech their heart's content 
 
 Upon their heads, and their Hp-service yield 
 
 To any League that deigns to lend its shield 
 
 To hover them. 
 
 Then as was meant 
 
 By all our fathers' words and deeds. 
 
 Their monuments and screeds 
 
 As we their sons know well their worth, 
 
 Let those remaining, feet upon the earth 
 
 Our fathers' blood made free 
 
 Maintain that freedom to preserve its destiny. 
 
 So shall Peace be. 
 
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THE BIG FIVE 
 
 "All things invite 
 To peaceful counsels, and the settled state 
 Of order." 
 
 Five big- strong men stood straight up in their boOcS 
 
 And smiled, each at the other one, in fellowship. 
 
 And now they dared confess it. 
 
 How express it ! 
 
 "See here, I'll tell the world," said Sam, 
 
 "If any son of a gun shoots 
 
 His gat at one of us, or tries to get a grip 
 
 On anything of his'n that ain't his, 
 
 I'll jest make it my biz. 
 
 And I don't give a damn 
 
 Who 'tis!" 
 
 What do you fellers say ? 
 
 Will you help out 
 
 Same way 
 
 If some fine day 
 
 Ye hear me shout? 
 
 Will ye draw cards and play ? 
 
 "Righto !" said John. 
 
 Francois said "Bon!" 
 
 And moved too much to speak 
 
 Kissed Sam right on the cheek ! 
 
 "Si !" cried Antonio ; 
 
 The Samurai breathed "Bushido !" 
 
 "And now suppose" said Sam, "one of us g^uys 
 
 Gets kind of sore 
 
 Agin' some other guy about somethin' or other. 
 
 I got sore once on my own mother. 
 
 I've been in fam'ly rows before. 
 
 Now s'pose each feller tries 
 
 To see where trouble lies 
 
 And straighten the thing out ; 
 
 There ain't a doubt 
 
 All hands could fix it. 
 
 Before he starts to mix it." 
 
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"Righto !" said John. 
 
 Francois said "Bon !" 
 
 And moved too much to speak 
 
 Kissed Sam right on the cheek ! 
 
 "Si !" cried Antonio. 
 
 The Samurai breathed "Bushido !" 
 
 "And now let's tell the world," said Sam, 
 
 "Seein's we're under way. 
 
 If any mean cuss sets 
 
 His dog on any kid, or gets a-gettin' gay 
 
 With helpless wimmin-folks and such 
 
 And jest so much 
 
 As puts a hand on 'em. 
 
 By Heck ! 
 
 We'll all come bilin' down right on his neck.'' 
 
 "Righto !" said John. 
 
 Francois said "Bon!" 
 
 And moved too much to speak 
 
 Kissed Sam right on the cheek ! 
 
 "Si !" cried Antonio. 
 
 The Samurai breathed "Bushido." 
 
 "That's fine" said Sam. 
 
 "We'll jest call it a day 
 
 And go up to the League. 
 
 The Sox are goin' to play." 
 
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NOAH 
 
 "The one just man alive ; by his command 
 Shall build a wondrous ark." 
 
 Back in the Ark he cometh with his Covenant, 
 High from the ridgepole its banner bright unfurled. 
 Back to his job the President Perambulant 
 Tucked in his pocket the job to run the world. 
 
 Now but the price remains that he must pay for it ; 
 Only a song we may no longer sing ; 
 Only a flag to lower to make way for it ; 
 Only some paper scraps upon the wind to fling. 
 
 High in the Ark he chanteth loud his orison. 
 Peers through a porthole and seeketh for a sign. 
 And lo, a gull came winging from the horizon 
 Fast in its greedy beak a sinker, hook, and line. 
 
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DELIVERANCE 
 
 "With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout 
 Confusion worse confounded." 
 
 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts and glad Te Deums 
 chant ! 
 
 And glory to our champion, our Henry of Nahant! 
 
 Let the Administration rage and all its minions rant, 
 
 For our Navarre has knocked the tar out of the Cov- 
 enant. 
 
 And Washington, our Washington, that looked upon the 
 fray 
 
 Again let rapture light thine eyes that things went well 
 that day. 
 
 As thou wert constant in our ills, be constant in our joy, 
 
 For cold and stiff and still lies that which would thy will 
 destroy. 
 
 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! as Ivry won her freedom for fair 
 France 
 
 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for Henry and our deliverance ! 
 
 Although our hearts were beating our courage was not 
 damped ; 
 
 We saw the army of the League — its votes all rubber- 
 stamped. 
 
 The mild men and the wild men, its Prophet's chosen 
 pets, 
 
 With Hitchcock's well-trained infantry and Underwood's 
 cadets. 
 
 Entrenched sat tight fierce Overman ; sat bone-dry Wil- 
 liams tight, 
 
 While pawed and pranced proud Pomerene all eager for 
 the fight. 
 
 And as we looked on them we thought of what our Col- 
 onel said 
 
 And seemed to hear his spirit's wings swift beating over- 
 head. 
 
 Then prayed we to our fathers whom perils could not 
 daunt, 
 
 To rise up from their graves and light with Henry of 
 Nahant. 
 
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Now Henry conies to marshal us and point where we 
 
 shall stand, 
 His snow-white Panama rolled up like truncheon in his 
 
 hand. 
 He looked upon his comrades and his pride shone in his 
 
 eye — 
 He looked upon the Leaguejs and his glance was stern 
 
 and high. 
 Right graciously he smiled on us as rolled from seat to 
 
 seat 
 Across our front a deafening shout, "Go to it ; they're 
 
 our meat !" 
 "And if they seek to try more tricks with 'Politics ad- 
 journed', 
 For one can best stab in the back the while a back is 
 
 turned. 
 Press where ye see my truncheon wave amidst the ranks 
 
 of war. 
 And be your oriflamme today my snow-white Panama!" 
 
 Hurrah ! the foes are moving ; hark to the mingled din 
 Of muttered curses, grunts, and groans as they their 
 
 votes put in. 
 The fiery Ashurst leads the way into the fierce melee 
 And goes down into nothingness before our Brandegee. 
 Swanson, the League's own Lohengrin, then dashes 
 
 forth alone 
 And meets him from Missouri, the Man who Must be 
 
 Shown. 
 Loud sounds the crash of splintered lance, and toppled 
 
 from his steed 
 Down goes the gentle Lohengrin; unbroken stands *^he 
 
 Reed ! 
 
 Brave clansmen twain from Erin's Isle met in the deadly 
 fray, 
 
 Shillalaghs shattered at their blows but nothing them 
 could stay. 
 
 Until young David chanced to think of his old name- 
 sake's trick 
 
 That slew the mighty Philistine and let go with a brick. 
 
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Then as his forebear smote the rock and made its waters 
 
 flow 
 So did the vaHant Moses' mace the arid Jones lay low. 
 "Now by the lips of those ye love, methinks we've got 
 
 their goat ! 
 Strike as good Union men should strike, and pile up 
 
 every vote !" 
 
 Now God be praised the day is ours- — Hitchcock cries 
 
 "Compromise !" 
 What were our Reservations then, to any but blind eyes ! 
 Bold Burleson has slunk away ; Tumulty flies the field 
 To tell the waiting Propheteer the pygmies would not 
 
 yield. 
 But being not too proud to fight had won what seemed 
 
 to be 
 The thing on which his heart was set, a T^eaceless Vic- 
 tory. 
 The ground was strewn with well-crossed t's and heaped 
 
 with dotted i's 
 While from the wounded Leaguers came thr «;otmd': of 
 
 mournful cries. 
 And then we thought of vengeance and all along our van 
 "Remember now the Fourteen Points !" was passed from 
 
 man to man. 
 But out spoke gentle Henry : "Those men are not our 
 
 foe ; 
 Forgive ; they know not what they did ; Let's go and get 
 
 Woodrow !" 
 Oh was there ever such a Knight who would such mercy 
 
 grant 
 As he our valiant champion, our Henry of Nahant ! 
 
 Ho ! maidens of Geneva ; Ha ! maids of gay Paree ! 
 
 Weep, weep and rend your hair for those you never more 
 shall see. 
 
 Those gallants of the Conference who found time with 
 their schemes 
 
 For little dinners set for two and suppers at I\Iaxim's ; 
 
 Those sages and those counsellors who only could un- 
 bend 
 
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To pick up the dropped handkerchief of some new lady 
 
 friend ; 
 The Houses and the Bakers, the Lansings and the Creels, 
 And all those little mannikins and all their little wheels. 
 For the God who gave His Covenant in fire and in smoke 
 Has sat in judgment on this Thing and said it should be 
 
 broke. 
 Then glory to the God of Hosts and glad Te Deums 
 
 chant ! 
 And glory to our Champion, our Henry of Nahant ! 
 
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REQUIEM 
 
 "Twixt upper, netker and surrounding 
 fires." 
 
 Who killed the Treaty? 
 "I" said Woodrow. 
 "I, with my No ! 
 I killed the Treaty." 
 
 Who saw it die? 
 "I did," said Hi, 
 "Squashed like a fly. 
 I saw it die." 
 
 Who'll lay it oUt? 
 "I will," said Lodge, 
 "I will not dodge. 
 I'll lay it out." 
 
 Who'll send it roses? 
 "I," said George Moses, 
 "Nice prickly posies. 
 I'll send it roses." 
 
 Who'll toll the bell ? 
 "i," said Bill Borah, 
 "She'll be a roarer! 
 I'll toll the bell." 
 
 Who'll build the box? 
 "I," said Phil Knox, 
 "Something that locks. 
 I'll build the box." 
 
 Who'll give the oration? 
 "I, Reed from Missouri ! 
 Hell's bells and fury! 
 I'll give the oration!" 
 
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Who'll dig- the grave? 
 "We," said the people. 
 "If we would save 
 What the Lord gave 
 We'll dig the grave." 
 
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