“ The Battle Cry.”

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7865, 29 July 1911, Page 11

“ The Battle Cry.”

A STRIKING POEM, called "The liat- ■'* He Cry/' from the pin of John C. Neihardt, recently appeared in the ’Winiiincg: "Farmers’ Advocate." Western Canada, remarks a “Standard of Empire" writer, is the very country to produce such a hymn as this. Though the more settled southern portions do not call so strongly for this splendid lighting spirit tho far north-western trail still demands it. So, it may be added, do other portions of tho new lands of the Empire; And, wherever this bravo spirit bo found, success, will assuredly bo noted following hot upon its trail. Hero are some stanzas from “Tho Battle Cry": More than half beaten, bat fearless Pacing the storm and tbo night; Breathless, and reeling, but tearless. Here in the lull of the fight. I who bow not but before Thee, Go-ti of the lighting Clan, I who bow not but before Tfi.ce, Give me the heart ol a Man! Not for the glory of winning. Not for the fear of the night; Shunning the battle is sinning- 1 - O strengthen my heeart for the fig-fit!' Bed is tho mist above me; Deep is the wbund in my side; "Coward.” tfioa criest to flout me? O terrible foe thou hast lied!

Here with my battle before mo, God of tho fighting Clan. Grant that the woman who bore mo Suffered to suckjc a Man! Heroes of , the Battle. "Wo have travelled about 200 miles on dog meat, and have, still about 100 miles to go; but I think wo will make it all right. But wo will have only three or four dogs left.”—This extract from the diary ot Inspector Fitzgerald, of the Uroyal Northwestern Mounted Police, who perished in the Far North of Western Canada recently with three companions. moved 11. 6. Speckley to tho following glowing appreciation iu tho "Ottawa Free Press”: Patrolling the Empire's outposts _ from the .South to the Arctic- Sea*. Instilling tho laws of justice Of Britain tin* home of the free, .’Alid sens of a hundred nations ' ■ .Ol many an alien tongue; Fear'oss. alert, and unswerving, Long years be their praises sung. Far off from the throb of cities Away from the oft beaten trail They're o'er at the past of duty Content with the sunshine or gale. Enforcing laws of the Briton, ■ In ladder of justice a rung True sons of a mighty Empire Long years be their praises sung.. They work for the might of Justice, ihe secret of Britain’s power; They stand for the Love of Duty, Of Britain's true strength tho tower Alid tho men of many races, Of many a creed and tongue, Upholding the Empire’s greatness. For a-yo be their praises sung.