Madonna Mary, hear a mother's moan!
Pity the travail I must bear alone!
The tasseled corn would plenteous harvest yield,
But all the crops are rotting in the sun.
Where are the reapers? On some battlefield
They fight for nought and die there, one by one!
God's comfort be upon them where they lie,
Sheep to war's shambles driven--who knows why?
Death and destruction walk by day, by night,
Men's blood is spilt and sacrificed in vain,
While women wait for tidings of the fight
Who may not even sepulchre their slain!
They say "God's in His Heaven"--but, instead,
'Twould seem He is asleep--or, maybe, dead!
A PHOTOGRAPHIC REVIEW OF THE WAR
_CONSISTING OF A CAREFULLY SELECTED SERIES OF THE BEST PICTURES OF THE
WAR PRINTED IN ROTOGRAVURE_
[Illustration: decoration]
[Illustration: Shell Opens the Wall Surrounding the Convent of the
Little Sisters of the Poor at Nieuport, Belgium, Exposing But Not
Damaging the Shrine
(C) (_Photo, International News Service._)]
[Illustration: Middle-Aged and Elderly Men in Response to the Last Call
Leaving Berlin for the Front.
(_Photo_ (C) _International News Service._)]
[Illustration: Louvain Peasant in Flight, Conveying His Sleeping Child
and His Possessions on a Wheelbarrow.
(_Photo_ (C) _Underwood & Underwood._)]
[Illustration: "Bridge of the Arches" Over the Meuse at Liege, Blown Up
by the Belgians to Hamper the Enemy.
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