Volume 147 — THE AWAKENING.

Ere our lesson to the Kaiser, Self-anointed Lord of Earth, Left that furious monarch wiser Re our troops' intrinsic worth, Frankly, I had thought you flighty, Callous to the very core; Lovely?—yes, like Aphrodite; Nothing more.

Later, when you slaked your thirsting For an apron, cuffs and cap, Long before the war-cloud, bursting, Made a mess of Europe's map, Though your mind showed some improvement, Lady, I conceived you had Joined a purely social movement For a fad.

Now the scales at length uplifted From my eyes in you reveal, Verily, a woman gifted With the power to help and heal. So I send, for shame, these verses Where you brave the battle's brunt, One of England's noble Nurses At the front.