The FatherlandPauline Carrington BouveLorie A. Vanchena, The University of KansasEncoded byJanelle Fox1.62The University of KansasLawrence, KS2016Creative Commons license for electronic versionWorld War I American Immigrant PoetryUniversity of KansasDepartment of German StudiesMax Kade Center for German-American Studies1445 Jayhawk Blvd.Lawrence, KS 66045vanchena@ku.eduPauline CarringtonBouveKiaochauThe FatherlandGeorge Sylvester ViereckNew York, NYThe Fatherland Corporation1914-10-07PrintWeekly1No. 915294.5219
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KIAOCHAU.
By PAULINE CARRINGTON BOUVE.
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 dareThe Teutons, an early Germanic tribe, here a reference to German speaking people.The arms of the world in the struggleThat must make, or destroy, or impairStates, kingdoms, empires an 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 holdingThe flood of the Slav’s advance,Till Europe lies dumbly bleeding,Pierced through by a Cossack lance,And the shattered paws of the LionDrop the blood-stained lilies of France?Against the brave arm that sunderedThe 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 boated 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!