Brown's knowledge enables his friends to decide
What the future is holding in store,
For we gather that Kitchener loves to confide
In that man at the Office of War.
And I in my turn spread the tidings about;
To the heart that is apt to be glum
And the spirit that suffers severely from doubt
Like a sunbeam in winter I come;
"The Teuton," I whisper, "will suffer eclipse
In the course of a fortnight—no more;