The Red Flower - Poems Written in War Time by Henry Van Dyke
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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 3, 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 bound of life. "A scrap of paper may be Holy Writ With God's eternal word to hallow it. |
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