What! has he been murdered- Now upon the trackless sea, Know fair weather will prevail; ΤΗ "There was a man in our town." HERE was a man, whom Doubted in other days, For Socialist, his work and views Menaced hope's wiser ways. many men But later not with those he stood He told the truth,—and did not fail The mailed fist might strike him down, No German court would take his part, And what he said, the whole world knows; Though Germans stop their ears, It shall be said, and shall be felt, Let Prussian courts the verdict give Let him in prison live-or die— Karl Liebknecht's name shall be a spell For honest men and free. Let Germany the truth deny, Her bravest son disown: The patriot's wreath shall deck his grave, And honor be his own. "Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? I will go with you, if I may?" "I am going to the meadows to see them a-mowing, I am going to see them make the hay." "WILHELM, O Wilhelm, where are you going? -Who wished you good-luck on your way?" "I am going to Verdun, to see my men reaping, I am going to speed up the work there to-day." Wilhelm, O Wilhelm, no use to be going, And red ruin and horror, and death and disaster, Is the reaping of all your strong men there to-day. March, 1916 "London Bridge is broken down, HE peace of the world is broken down, How shall we build it up again? Count me the graves I see How shall we build it up again? Build it up with silver and gold, -There is weeping from sea to sea- Silver and gold are weak to hold, -How bloody the path o'er the lea— Silver and gold are weak to hold, |