(Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded: December 1899) I LAST year I called this world of gaingivings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly, So charged it seemed with circumstance that brings The tragedy of things. II Yet at that censured time no heart was rent Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter By hourly posted sheets of scheduled slaughter; Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent From Ind to Occident. |