A TOAST.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 9212, 5 February 1918, Page 2

A TOAST.

1 will not drink to those: that sit And sleep besido the tire, And watch their soulless women, knit, And know not fino desire. And all that eat and drink and boast In indolence and ease— Though God Himself should call, the toast, I would not drink to theses But I will pledge the little throats That moan to-night for bread, And all that e'er wore ragged coats, That living are or dead. But I will pledge the broken souls That by the river go, And tread all night like wasted ghouls The streets of mud and snow. —S. G. Tallents, in the "Westminster Gazette."