ORIGINAL VERSE.

Press, Volume LI, Issue 15465, 18 December 1915, Page 9

ORIGINAL VERSE.

<a . (specialist written for "the PBES3.") COMPENSATION. When the long day is ended, and we pause To think upon our leasee, wo shall find, As ■wo tell o'or our dead, and malm'd, and blind, And all tho wrack of violated laws, A thought to comfort sorrow: that high. cause Wc championed eaall in one, for ever, bind All loyal heart.3, by Buffering: refined, And nobly "confident of Heaven's applause." Glorious tho conflict, and, tho battle done, "Wc, the young nation, shall by deeds havo won A place with tho Immortals, writ our page In the old world-story, and to tho latest ajro Shall be accounted strong of soul, for wc Poured out tho wine of Life to Liberty. W.D.A. (specially written for "the press.") THE CAROL OF KOSSOVO. (Kossovo, which recently saw tho defeat of tho Serbian axiny, was al»o tho seen© of tho crowning disaster in 13S0, when Serbia was beaten and enslaved by tho Turks.) It ia tho cvo of Christ tho King— (Ono God, one grave at Kossovc*!) Tho living lip it cannot sing: The living foot it carknot go: Lord, if Thou wilt havo c-a.ro!ling, Cry up, cry up tho dead to sine, And make a tetnplo of the eno - .!*. And a choir of the wind 6 at Kossovo. Thy littlo Son had a manger bed— (Sir.g low, eing loud at Kossovo!) But oura tocto bedded in the elect, "With neither firo nor winding-sheet. Clave Heaven ovor Mary's head, Tho pent!© fcinc about her foot; But Hell catno up to our overthrow, Mothers and men, at Kcssovo. Twice' lias Serbia died bcr death— (What shall wo effer at Kogsoyo?) A full five hundred year ago— A yestcr-ovo in the cruel enow; Bread and wino and l::'o ar.d breath Aro not in Serbia more - , but !o! The red wine dripped into tlis snow From Serbia's heart at Koseovo! And wc were grounden for Thy wheat— (The mills oi the Pi; at Koesovo!) Dead carollers, como wo to Thj- feet, O little Christ cf tho long ago! Dead and dono with earth, we trow— Good Christian men, but yo were elowl Now quicker to our burial go, Who hoar the carol o; Kcasoyo! -J.iL