WAR on the face of the waters!
War in the realms of the air!
War on the earth of the nations!
Where the Teuton stands ready to dare
The arms of the world in the struggle
That must make, or destroy, or impair
States, kingdoms, empires and republics,
Proud, stately, stupendous, and fair!
Shall the Fleur-de-lis and the Roses,
Together in War’s mad dance,
Crush the strong hand that is holding
The flood of the Slav’s advance,
Till Europe lies dumbly bleeding,
Pierced through by a Cossack lance,
And the shattered paws of the Lion
Drop the blood-stained lilies of France?
Against the brave arm that sundered
The shackles of dogma and creed,
Now is lifted the sword of a stranger—
Shame blurs the message we read—
“England, the ocean’s proud empress,
Who boasted all navies to lead,
Asks help from a dark faced alien
’Gainst a brother in uttermost need!”
Will the Lion’s call unto Nippon,
From the depths of far eastern seas,
To strike at the crest of the Eagle,
Fling the Crescent Flag to the breeze?—
Fan the Orient’s fires of ambition—
Rouse Hindoos, Turks, Arabs, Parsees?
Till from the fierce scorn of fair judgment,
Folly falters, and stumbles, and flees!