PEACE, do we cry? Peace is the godlike plan
We love and dedicate our children to;
Yet England’s cause is ours: the rights of man,
Which little Belgium battles for anew,
Shall we recant? No! Being American,
Our souls cannot keep neutral and keep true,
yelps Mr. Percy MacKaye. Let him compose his poetic soul. He is a very bad poet and a worse dramatist, and his feeble quacks will not disturb the European equilibrium. “If England’s cause is ours,” our advice to him is to go to England and stay there. He never will be missed in America. America for Americans and England for American Tories!