THE CHANT OF HATE
This extraordinary 'Chant of Hate! against England ' is by Ernst | and first appeared in 'Jugund." It was translated into English verse by Barbara Henderson, who sent it to the New York- ' Times.' aud is thus described by Professor Henderson : 1 It is a veritable war-chant of hate, resonant with the note of ancient tribal rites, and the primitive ferocity of a people stirred to the tupmost pitch of a passionate racial animosity. It is a svm'nol of the spirit which has welded together into a marvellous union th? entile German people of 70,000.000, and made of them a fighting unit of ulmiist incredible force and cohesiveness. French and Russian, they matter not—I A blow for a blow and a. shot for a shot: [ We love them not. we hale them not; We hold the Weichsel and Vosgesgate ; We have but one and only hate ; We love as one. wo hate as one. We have on" f"e, ami one alone. He is known to you all, he is known to j you all : He crouches behind the dark grey flood. Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall, Cut off bv" waves that are thicker than [ blood." 1 Come, let us stand at the .Indgmeut place. An oath to swear to, face to face. An oath of bronze, no wind can shake. An oath for our sous and their sons to take. Come, hear the word, repeat the word. Throughout the Fatherland make if heard:— '" We will never forgo our hate ; We all have a single hate : We love as one. we hate as one, 1. We have one foe. and one alone ENGLAND!" In the Captain's Mess, in the banquet hall, Sat feasting the officers, one and all, Like a sabre-blow, like the swing of a, sail. One seized his glass, held high to hail; Sharp-snapped like the stroke of a rudder's p'ay. Spoke three words onlv :—-'' To the D.UY' Whose g|a...s this fate'.' They had all but a single hate. Who was thus known': Thev had but one. foe. and one alone— ENGLAND! Take you tho folk of the Farili iu pay; I With bars of gold vour ramparts lay; I Bedeck the ocean with bow on bou— I Ye reckon well, but not, well enough, now. / French aud Russian, they matter not — ; A blow for a blow, a shot for a .shot: We fight the battle with bronze and steel. Ami the t ;,,)■• that is coming Peace will seal. You will we hate with a lasting hate; Wt will never forgo our hate--Uale bv water and hate bv laud, Hate of the head and hate'of the hand. Hate of the hammer and hate of the crown. Hate of s"veutv millions, choking down; We love as oih'. v.e hate as one.' VO- have one foe, and 0110 ahme— ENGLAND' ENGLAND'S ItEPLY. Tiie following is an answer lo the above 'Chant of Hate Against England,' and is from the pen of Beatrice M. Barry : French aud Russian, they matter not. For England only your'wrath is hot; But Jitth' Belgium hj zo small You never mentioned her at all •■■■ Hr did her giaievards. yawning deep, WliiqcT that silence iva.i ili acct'.' For Belgium is wane! Av, Belgium i.i wa-te: She welters in the blood of her sons. And the ruins that till the little place Speak of the vengeance of the Hun = . "Come, l-t us -tand at the Judgment place." German and Belgian, face to face, What can you say'.' What can you do? What will history say of you? For oven the [fun can only sav That little Belgium lay in his'wav. (s there no reckoning you must pav? What of the Justice o'f that " Day"? Belgium one voice—Belgium one cry Shrieking her wrongs, inflicted bv GERMANY! In her ruined homesteads, her trampled fields, You have taken your toll, you have .set your seal : Her women are homeless, her men are dead. Her children pitifully cry for broad; Perchance thev will drink with von— "To tim Day!" Let each man construe ii as In- mac. What shall it be? They, too, have but one enemy ; Whose work is this? Belgium has but one word to his- - GERMANY! Take you the pick of your lighting men Trained in all warlike arts, and then Make of them all a human wedge To break and shatter your sacred pledge. You may fling your treaty lightly by. But that "scrap of paper " will never die! It will go down to posterity, It will survive in eternity. Truly you hate with a lasting hate ; Think you you will escape that hate? " Hate by water and hate by land ; Hato of the head and hate, of the hand.'' Black and bitter and bad as.sin. Take vou caro lest it hem you in. Lest UlO hate you boast of be yours alone. And curses, like chickens, find roost, at homo IN GERMANY!
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THE CHANT OF HATE, Evening Star, Issue 15685, 26 December 1914