SUPER-SYMPATHY.
" Tho Crumbling towers, the shattered fanes, The havoc of tho Belgian plains; Dead mothers, children, priests and nuns. Who fall before My conquering Huns— Believo Mo, friends, those grievous woes Deprive Mo of My due repose, And, though enforced by higher need, Make My Imperial bosom bleed." As the fit spider wipes its eye Over each strangulated fly; As Abdul Haniid once was fain To ween for the Armenian slain; As Haynau felt his eyelids drip When women cowered beneath his whip; As Torquomada doubtless bled With sorrow for the t tortured dead— So in his own peculiar style Weeps the Imperial Crocodile. __« Punch."
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11215, 22 October 1914, Page 4
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105SUPER-SYMPATHY. Star (Christchurch), Issue 11215, 22 October 1914, Page 4
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