Professor Dr Albert .Moll; of Berlin, declare? that the Belgian stories of Herman outrages are due to collective hallucination. How reassuring to be told That Germany's impulsive sous. Urbane, if most distinctly bold. Do not deserve the name of Huns. What of the tales of hideous guilt. Writ in a nation's blood and -tears. Of children’s blood most foully spilt, A story told by those whose ears Ring with tho dying victim**' screams? “Dreams,” says the Herr Professor, “ Dreams I” What of the burned and shattered town, The ruin of each ancient fane. The helpless unarmed men shot down, The cruel death in lingering pain, Tho foul abuse of mercy’s sign, Winch till men had agreed to own, And, ’mid tho reok of looted wine, The drunken bullies lying prone? The cultured Teuton sits 'and beams : “ Dreams.” says the Herr Professor, “ Dreams!” Shall we not trust our ears and eyes Am id the battle’s fog and din, But gratefully accept the lies So deftly woven in Berlin ? Nay, call us dreamers if you must, But we shall hold our onward way Until the tyrant bites the dust And earth shall know a brighter day, Wherein the memory of his schemes Shall be no mors than evil dreams! ‘ —Touchstone.
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DREAMS, Evening Star, Issue 15659, 25 November 1914
DREAMS Evening Star, Issue 15659, 25 November 1914
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