I saw in a vision the field-gray horde
Break forth at the devil's hour,
And trample the earth into crimson mud
In the rage of the Will to Power,—
All this I dreamed in the valley of Kyll,
At the sign of the blood-red flower.
A SCRAP OF PAPER
“Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?”—Question of the German Chancellor to the British Ambassador, August 5, 1914.
A mocking question! Britain's answer came
Swift as the light and searching as the flame.
“Yes, for a scrap of paper we will fight
Till our last breath, and God defend the right!
“A scrap of paper where a name is set
Is strong as duty's pledge and honor's debt.
“A scrap of paper holds for man and wife
The sacrament of love, the bond of life.
“A scrap of paper may be Holy Writ
With God's eternal word to hallow it.
“A scrap of paper binds us both to stand
Defenders of a neutral neighbor land.
“By God, by faith, by honor, yes! We fight
To keep our name upon that paper white.”