THE HAND.

Waipawa Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 7917, 11 August 1917, Page 1 (Supplement)

THE HAND.

In the pure stars above the sombre sky Tho pledge of peace is written, even Tnougli still unsealed by any mortal vow, Upon tho golden page of Victory. Look you, that when the sbaL* are set thereon, Among them all there be no Prussian one! The hand that cut our sinews when we slept, That holds the steel that pierced the unborn child. Tlie royal hamd, polluted l and defiled, That underneath the ermine mantle ■crept, Shall its grim shadows on the parchment fall, And snatch all from m who have given all? The hand that never >jLall he clean again. But like its withered fellow shrink '.aside, With its own blood as well as out* is dyed, And livid with a foul, unspeakable stain : That hand shall never sign the golden page Which frees a whole world from its vassalage! —DOROTHY M. .STUART, in the “Weekly Dispatch.”