You sowed the seas with death and filled the world with weeping,
You whose pride was glutted with an unmeasured pain,
You who fired on drowning lads, threw bombs on children sleeping,
You who wrecked the Rose of Rheims, you who sacked Louvain;
Caitiff, you shall see ere your vile day is ended,
Springing from the blood of those unnumbered slain
Europe's one Republic rise serene and splendid,
Happy lands and holy seas from Russia unto Spain
R. L. GALES.