THE FEVER CALLED WAR
Love and Kindness,
Two sad shadows
Over the old nations,
Bigger than the world,
Mists above a grave!
Says Love, the shadow
To Kindness the shadow:—
“I weep for the children
No miracle will save.
All the little children
Are down with the fever,
Thousands upon thousands,
Blind and deaf and mad.
Their fathers are all dead,
And the same raging fever
Is burning up the children,
The babes that once were glad.”