<h2><SPAN name="page64"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>A HOLIDAY</h2>
<p>Berlin, Germany, gave the school children a half holiday to
celebrate the sinking of the <i>Lusitania</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">War</span> declares a
holiday;<br/>
Little children, run and play.<br/>
Ring-a-rosy round the earth<br/>
With the garland of your mirth.</p>
<p class="poetry">Shrill a song brim full of glee<br/>
Of a great ship sunk at sea.<br/>
Tell with pleasure and with pride<br/>
How a hundred children died.</p>
<p class="poetry">Sing of orphan babes, whose cries<br/>
Beat against unanswering skies;<br/>
Let a mother’s mad despair<br/>
Lend staccato to your air.</p>
<p class="poetry">Sing of babes who drowned alone;<br/>
Sing of headstones, marked ‘Unknown’;<br/>
Sing of homes made desolate<br/>
Where the stricken mourners wait.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page65"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
65</span>Sing of battered corpses tossed<br/>
By the heedless waves, and lost.<br/>
Run, sweet children, sing and play;<br/>
War declares a holiday.</p>
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