| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The German Empire—Bismarck, von Moltke | | By Cloyd Head |
| | From “War Sequence”
Night, like a tempest, rends the will of earth, | |
| Braced to a knowledge of the hate ordained | |
| Before new brotherhood. | |
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| Welded by iron, a shackled nation, taught | |
| The consciousness of power without freedom; | 5 |
| Deformed at birth, bidden to strike, enslave, | |
| Forge chain to chain, riveting life to darkness. | |
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| Prussia! | |
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| We could not know— | |
| Faith waits its proof, confirmed only by blood— | 10 |
| How deep the source, ingenerate the need | |
| That seeks its first growth in democracy: | |
| Not till you struck— | |
| A hand menacing all that there was yet to gain | |
| And all that had been gained. | 15 |
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| “I will not fight against the youth of Germany.” | |
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| Our battle is not won, yet will be won; | |
| Not a defeat of men, but of a wrong. | |
| Can they not hear? | |
| Youth cries to youth, above the clash of war: | 20 |
| The old shall yield before the dream we dream. | |
| Re-find the honor of the Fatherland! | |
| Help us that there may rise | |
| Out of the darkness—Peace with victory! | | | | |
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