REPLY TO THE CHANT OF HATE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 1123, 17 December 1914, Page 4

REPLY TO THE CHANT OF HATE.

Little Belgium is so small You.never mentioned her at all.

The followins; is an answer to the remarkable "Chant of Hate against England," bv Ernst Lissauer, printed in "Jugend," the well-known Munich comic weekly. The English translation was made by Barbara Henderson for the "New York Times," which.received the answering verses from Boatrice M. Barry' on the day of its,publication.

French and Russian, they matter not, For England only your wrath is hot; But little Belgium is so small You never mentioned her at all--. Or did her graveyards, yawning deep, Whisper that silence was discreet P

For Belgium is waste! Ay, Belgium

is waste! She welters in the blood of her sons, And the ruins that fill tho little place Speak of the vengeance of the Huns, " Come, let us stand at the Judgment

£>lace," German' and Belgian, face to face, What can you say? What cam you do? What will history say of you? For even the Hun can only say

That little Belgium lay in his way. Is there no reckoning you must pay? What of the Justice of that "Day"P Belgium one voice—Belgium on© cry Shrieking her wrongs, inflicted by GERMANY!

In her ruined homesteads, her tramp,led fields, You have taken your toll, you have Eet your seal; Her women are homeless, her men are dead, Her children pitifully cry for bread 5 Perchance they will drink with you—- " To the Day I" Let each man construe it as ho may. What shall it be? They, too, have but one enemy: Whoso work is this? Belgium' has but one word to hiss~ GERMANY!

Take you the pick of your fighting

men Trained in a]l warlike arts, and thon 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 sunrise in eternity. Truly you hate with a lasting hate; Think you you will escape that hate? "Hate by water and hat© by land; Hat© of the head and hato of the hand." Black and hitter and bad as sin, Take you care lest it hem you in, Lest the hate you boast of be yours alone, And curses, liko chickens, find roost at home IN GERMANY!