Bawling and brawling for rewards,
Loud, in the common street!

O you who were so quick to judge--
Leader, and loved, of yore--
Hear now the judgment of our youth:
Leader and Chief no more!


THE BAYONET

(1914)

THE great guns slay from a league away, the death-
bolts fly unseen,
And bellowing hill replies to hill, machine to brute
machine,
But still in the end when the long lines bend and
the battle hangs in doubt
They take to the steel in the same old way that
their fathers fought it out--
It is man to man and breast to breast and eye
to bloodshot eye
And the reach and twist of the thrusting wrist, as
it was in the days gone by!

Along the shaken hills the guns their drumming
thunder roll--
But the keen blades thrill with the lust to kill
that leaps from the slayer's soul!