THE LITTLE PEOPLE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11359, 10 April 1915, Page 8

THE LITTLE PEOPLE.

The little peaceful people were working in the gun, For summer time was waning and the harvest had begun; | The crops were full and golden, the arching sky was clear; Tho little peaceful people found life and living dear. "The little friendly people went out to cuC their f^rain. And, singing, m the evening sought their oottages again; Another good day ended, another sun wa« red; The little friendly people kissed and laughed and went to bed. •Tha little quiet people rose -up before the day, A-whispering together while yet the dawn was grey; The little anxious people met together in tho street, For they heard a sound of cannon, and the ring of tramping feet. The little valiant people, they buckled on their swords, To meet unflinching, breast to breast, the foe's advancing hordes; Unnumbered hord°s descending like dead leaves before a blast Tho little dauntless people rose up and held them fast. The little angry people saw the city gates give way; Spent and panting in their anguish they had not strength to pray. Their swords were growing heavy, for the day was almost done; The little tired people, fell sadly, one by one. The little conquered people Me asleep in ravaged lands, But a dreadful power is vested in shattered, pulseless hands, For Justice over Belgium is keeping watch and ward, And tho little murdered people wait the vengeance of the Lord I —Blanche Wei three.