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Who is it sprawls upon the sod
At the break o' day? It's Mickey O'Fay;
His eyes glare up to the walls of God,
And half of his head is blown away.

What is he doing in that strange place,
Torn and shred, and murdered dead?
He's singin' the psalm of the fighting race
As his soul soars wide o'erhead.

He killed three foemen before he fell
(Och, the toll he'd take and the skulls he'd break!)
And he shrieked like a soul escaped from Hell
As he died for the Sassenach's sake.

Who shall we blame for the awful thing--
For the blood that flows and the heart-wrung throes?
Kaiser or Czar; statesman or King?
Och, leave it to Him Who Knows!

As America Sees the War

By Harold Begbie.

I.

_In order to determine how American public opinion concerning
the war is running, The London Daily Chronicle sent Mr. Begbie
to this country. The two articles printed below appeared in
The Chronicle_.

Every day of my sojourn in this country deepens the desire in my mind to
see an increasing unity of understanding between America and England. I
feel that the audacity of America, its passion for the Right Thing, and
its impatience with the spirit of muddling through are the finest
incentives for modern England, England at this dawn of her political
renascence. I feel, too, as Americans themselves most willingly
acknowledge, that Great Britain has something to give to America out of
the ancient treasury of her domestic experience. Finally, I like
Americans so heartily that I want to be the best of friends with them.

But it was only last night in this old and mighty city of Philadelphia
that the greatest of reasons for an alliance was brought sharply home to
my mind. I had thought, loosely enough, that since we speak the same
language, share many of the same traditions, and equally desire peace
for the prosperity of our trade, surely some alliance between us was
natural, and with a little effort might be made inevitable. The deeper,
more political, and far grander reason for this comradeship between the
two nations had never definitely shaped itself to my consciousness.

Enlightenment came to me in the course of conversation with two
thoughtful Philadelphians whose minds are centred on something which
transcends patriotism and who work with fine courage and remarkable
ability for the triumph of thei