The Poems of Henry Van Dyke by Henry Van Dyke
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page 295 of 481 (61%)
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'Mid the gray and green of the rolling hills
A flaring splotch of red,-- An evil omen, a bloody sign, And a token of many dead. 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 |
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