You dare not say: "To-morrow will bring

peace;
Let us make merry, and go forth in lust."



so General William Booth

What will you trading frogs do on a day
When Armageddon thunders thro' the land;
When each sad patriot rises, mad with shame,
His ballot or his musket in his hand?



In the distracted states from which you came
The day is big with war hopes fierce and

strange ;
Our iron Chicagos and our grimy mines
Rumble with hate and love and solemn change.
Too many weary men shed honest tears.
Ground by machines that give the Senate ease.
Too many little babes with bleeding hands
Have heaped the fruits of empire on your
knees.
And swine within the Senate in this day,
When all the smothering by-streets weep and

wail;
When wisdom breaks the hearts of her best

sons;
When kingly men, voting for truth, may fail : —



Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 51

These are a portent and a call to arms.
Our protest turns into a battle cry:

"Our shame must end, our States be free and

clean ;
And in this war we choose to live and die."

[So far as the writer knows this is the first
use of the popular term Armageddon in pres-
ent day politics.'^



52 General William Booth



THE KNIGHT IN DISGUISE

[Concerning O. Henry (Sidney Porter)]

a TJE could not forget that he was a Sid-
ney."

Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown,
The darling of the glad and gaping town?

This is that dubious hero of the press
Whose slangy tongue and insolent address
Were spiced to rouse on Sunday afternoon
The man with yellow journals round him

strewn.
We laughed and dozed, then roused and read

again,
And vowed O. Henry funniest of men.
