THE TWO VOICES.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11596, 14 January 1916, Page 4

THE TWO VOICES.

Loudon, Monday Night.—President Wilson is reported to bo terminiatung his honeymoon, and to bo hurrying to Washington. Tho Paris edition of the " New York Horald " sayn that no more high-sounding toothless notes are wanted. Hero, where your eyes have lit my life with glory, ( , Love's starry realm is yours and mine alono; Grimes in our hearts tho old, melodious That rules tho world- —Excuse mo, there's the 'phono: Yes, yes; hello! Trio President 13 'speaking: \ Mill marine has got another boat.' Our Consul drowned, and Germany is seeking The newest lie? I'll have to writo a Note. Rude sounds of war slide all unnoticed past us, We twain have found a haven of delight. ' Love is a lamp whoso golden rays will last us Until our lives have drifted into night. Say, can you hear that dratted cagl© screaming Something about tho rights of freeborn men? Over tho waves a dreadful light is gleaming, Down goes; tho ship and—whore s my fountain pen ? Pearl-grey the morn across tlio liast is breaking, Golden and splendid soon will come tho day; Ours is a divjam that will not know awaking, Though Venus scared by Mars has fled away. See the white line across the swaying waters, Sco the great steamship pauso and plunge and sink, Carrying to.-death my country's helpless daughtersSend out a boy to buy a pot of ink.

Why should we care for all v the idle clamour ? It cannot reach cur love-enchanted , ears; We still may walk within a land of glamour: Kisses and sighs spell all our hopes and fears. Out of the waves are ghostly voices crying: " On our sea-sepulchres lay a bloody wreath." Urgent and clear the summons of the dying; I must be strong—where are my bit-ing-teeth ' —Sydney'" " Sun."