Have you not heard it, as you pass unheeding?
Humanity! In her the world lies bleeding!
Not she alone the dark decree must know—
The first in that great sisterhood of woe,
She speaks, my Country, with your own lost dead;
She brings one answer to your shrinking dread;
Draw now your sword, and set the clear stroke ringing
That falls upon our hearts like mighty singing!
Marion Couthouy Smith.