TO BERLIN

Evening Star, Issue 16082, 6 April 1916, Page 6

TO BERLIN

THE CALL FOR MEN

Tho following linns wore composed by a convalescent Now Zealander while at tho British Red Cross Hospital, No. 7 Montaza, Alexandria :

On (he roads in stricken Flanders. There’? -i place that’s vacant still, There’s a rifle lying silent, There's a uniform to fill. Those at Home will hate- to lose you, lint 1 ho march will soon begin— On the mads through Etielreu Belgium, Vwih New Zealanders to Berlin.

In your lionio securely resting, Arc you there content to stay, Wliilr tin; others guard your honor, While I he. Germans toast “ The Day?’’ For yonr King and Country need you, And we want to count you in—• On the road through stricken Belgium, Willi the Allies to Berlin. When at length the foe is vanquished, When the hoys come home at lasi, Won't you wish that you had listened, ’Fro old England's need had passed, But the gate of manhood’s open, You can still your part begin— On the road through stricken Belgium, With the. Allies to Berlin. In the lonely wayside graveyards, Sleep the boys whose day is done; . Don’t you hear their voices calling, To complete the work begun, Tlie.ro aro ghostly fingers beckoning, Thorn arc victories yet to win— On tho road through stricken Belgium, With tho Allies to Berlin. ° When from Mons they fought each footstep, When their lits with pain were dumb, Twas their hope whicli held tho trenches, Always thinking yon would come; Thro’ tho frozen hell of winter, Thro’ the shrapnel's racking (Hit— They have waited, never doubting, That you’d join them to Berlin.

Boys jumping; on the floor of a room in Ulnokfriars load, London, S.K., broke a poition of the ceilinm of fho room underneath, and caused i the death of tho three-months-old i daugrhu'c cf a ueyv.svmido' - cussed