TO GERMANIA

Air—"To Althæa from Prison."

When Peace with wide and shining wings

Invades this warring isle,

And my beloved Germania brings

Wearing her largest smile;

When close about her waist I coil

And mouth to mouth apply,

Not SNOWDEN, patriot son of toil,

Will be more pleased than I.

When round the No-Conscription board

The wines of Rhineland flow,

And many a rousing Hoch! is roared

To toast the status quo;

When o'er the swiftly-circling bowl

Our happy tears run dry,

Not PONSONBY, that loyal soul,

Will be more pleased than I.

When sausages and sauerkraut

Fulfil the air with spice,

And loosened tongues the praise shall shout

Of Peace-at-any-price;

When German weeds our lips employ

And hearts are full and high,

Not CHARLES TREVELYAN, blind with joy,

Will be more pleased than I.

Stone walls do not my feet confine

Nor yet a barbed-wire cage;

I talk at large and claim as mine

The freeman's heritage;

And, if this wicked War but end

Ere German hopes can die,

Not WILLIAM'S self, my dearest friend,

Will be more pleased than I.

O.S.