and show little sign of revision. Two of these unpublished poems are characteristic of the high idealism and the spirit of mystical exaltation in which he entered upon the war. All his beliefs, all his instincts were opposed to it, and nothing but the martyrdom of Belgium, and a burning love of his own country and of the peace and liberty that must be saved from the menace of the Hun, could ever have made a soldier of him. What death in such causes meant to him glimmers upon you from 'The Vigil':
Sentry, what do you see out there?—
Sorrow, mourning, everywhere,
Death in youth, and stranger things,
Yet dawn appearing on wild, swift wings.
Sentry, what do you see out there?
Youth grown old, and Spring grown sere,
Life a bitter memory,
Love a dark Gethsemane.
Sentry, what do you see out there?
Madness, chaos, everywhere,
Men entwined in sanguine strife,
Yet Youth in Calvary finding Life.
—it glows like a dawn of triumph in the
