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FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE

[P>v Hi-N-RV Chappei/t-. the Bath Railway Poet, author of 'The Day.']

Men of our land who love our land, wise! Tour country needs you. Never yet in

That clarion call has: quivered io the skirt. And spread as living fire o'er lii!! and plain. Tour country nerd* you; i»n'.-e- if not too late. The liumiin «.rii(Vvß brood on everv hand. Swarm overwhelming, pitiless 3s. Fats. Do :i« thy fathers did —up, srrasp ihf? brand Men of our land who Jove our land, unite To wrest; from hands inept, pfrver:r-4 power. The fearful streams they've locscd to Heaven's -sifiht Are but. as drops 10 oceans red fha.fc lower. Trust not i-o others in this hour of need ; Fi"liT for thine on:t salvation, fiUuid or fall. 0 wait not idly by while 'brothers Weed: Tom- eounirv neeru von, answer thou her call. ~ Men of our land who love our Iwid, ffiarlr wll, The foe is strong in hoarded strength of Will yo ihrn let. their cannon sound oils' 'knell r-'.hal! iiriiain's jrlory sink in Wood and tears.:' S-liull it, lie over written of our mijrht.: "Tli" sons she trusted failed her, ?o six* fell"? O Hod forbid thru ever morning's light .Should see our doom and Liberty"a fa rewell. Men of ou>- land, von love our land—are, ail! Rifthf well we lcnow it is not. craven fear-; That, dull your car unto the toosjn's call: 'Tis but "the apathy of bloodless year?. The spark or.ee struck will jrrow into a. flame. Thar, £,'rowinir yet, shall Masa with fiery breath The samnjined foe, it calk a blush to nam-'. Who crlut, with wanton hand the hniir. of Df.il hj. Men or' our land, you love our land. Ah, li.an!;: upon rank is furtviine;, closely =el To fi»}i(. far all we love, to keep us free. But. .til! the call comes: "More aro needed yet!" A'c-e thon shall have. O Mother, in thv need. From us and front thy children far away. Till all he, low, or stand triumphant., iree-l 3 ? roii7 despot's rule and blown ambition's Men of our land, ail i-.ve our lain!. I he., r Thfi df'.op-fonrd ihuuihr oT a iv" : "i'- ■ - ■. From every clinic that holds thine honor d"»r Thy -nns ro = i>rlo*« eotae tn }:<<-] i r'e^--All toH!?u"K as one the chorus fi'lm star. And beats against the vank., of e-.rth'i vast dome In. cadence ptern thr.- drowns the dm o? war : ''Mother, you called u.sl £ee, we corn", we ormv'."' _' Daily Tcle S rap!i.*

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FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE, Evening Star, Issue 15696, 9 January 1915

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FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE Evening Star, Issue 15696, 9 January 1915

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