George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.
Eden Phillpotts
Verdun
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To break this township on a winding stream;
More yet must fall, and more, ere the red stuff
That built a nation’s manhood may redeem
The Master’s hopes and realize his dream.
The Hohenzollerns mount and, hand in hand,
Gaze haggard south; for yet another thrust
And higher hills must heap, ere they may stand
To feed their eyes upon the promised land.
Built up of many a thousand human dead.
Nursed on their mothers’ bosoms, now they lie—
A Golgotha, all shattered, torn and sped,
A mountain for these royal feet to tread.
Justice of myriad men still in the womb
Shall heave two crosses; crucify and flay
Two memories accurs’d; then in the tomb
Of world-wide execration give them room.
Adown the ages and the Nations see
Thy monuments of glory. Now we bring
Thank-offering and bend the reverent knee,
Thou star upon the crown of Liberty!