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THE DAY.

[By Henry Chappell.] The author of this magnificent poem is Mr Henry Chappell, a railway porter at Bath, England. „Mr Chappell is known to his comrades as the “ Bath Railway Poet.” A poem such as this lilts him to the rank of a national poet. You boasted the Dev, and you toasted the Bay, And now the Day has come. Blasphemer, braggart, and coward all, Little you reck pt the numbing ball, The blasting shell, or the “white arm's” fall, As they speed poor’ humans home. You spied for the Dav, rou lied for the Day, And woke the Day’s red spleen. Monster, who asked God's aid divine, Then strewed His seas with the ghastly mine; Xot all the waters of the Rhine Can wash thy foul hands clean. You dreamed for the Day, you schemed for the Day; Watch how the Day will go. .Slayer of age and youth and prime (Defenceless slain lor never*a crime), Thou art steeped in blood as a hog in slime, Palse friend and cowardly foe. You have sown for the Day, you have grown for the Day; Yours is the harvest red. Can yon hear the groans and the awful cries 1 Can you see the heap of slain that lies, And sightless, turned to the flame-split skies, The glassy eyes of the dead? You have wronged for the Day, you have longed for the Dayp That lit the awful flame. ’Tis nothing to you that hill and plain Yield sheaves of dead men amid the grain ; That widows mourn for their loved ones slain, And mothers curse thy name. But after the Day there’s a price to pay For the sleepers under the sod ; And He you have mocked for many a clay— Listen, and hear what Ho has to say : “Vengeance is mine, I will repay.” What can you say to God?

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THE DAY., Evening Star, Issue 15630, 22 October 1914

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THE DAY. Evening Star, Issue 15630, 22 October 1914

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