O bells that sang of love and joy,
A foul destruction you will spread.
Once you moaned sweetly for the dead
And now 'tis you that will destroy,
And on their course the bullets moan.
But once again, O bells, we pray,
Let the tremendous music roll.
Sing us the secrets of your soul,
And then your last song of dismay
And wrath and sacrilegious death.
FOOTNOTES:
[80] Cf. "Le Progrès politique et économique sous le Régne de Pierre i.," by A. Mousset, in Yugoslavia, December 15, 1921.
[81] In all, 7130 boys and girls were removed from Bosnia-Herzegovina. And a year or two after the end of the war a good many of them were still with their foster-parents in other parts of Yugoslavia. They preferred to remain there, because of the lack of food in their own homes; the parents of many—especially in Herzegovina—had been hanged, and others had been for so long away from their parents that they had no keen desire to return to them.
[82] Quoted in the Times of September 24, 1919.
[83] Cf. Serbia's Part in the War, vol. i., by Crawfurd Price. London, 1918.
[84] He intervened, for example, near Lazarevac, where he observed, with tears in his eyes, that one of the finest regiments, the 10th Šumadija, was giving way to overwhelming numbers. He told them that he intended to stay where he was, and he invited any soldier who wished to remain with him to do so. Every man remained. "Très charmant," was the comment of the colonel, an eye-witness, who told me of this incident.
[85] Cf. Manchester Guardian, October 22, 1921.
[86] Cf. Nineteenth Century and After, January 1922.