Poem "The Day" by Henry Chappel.

[Breen2099]

Hello All. My name is Breen and I recently joined the forum. I have a first ed. of the book Living Bayonets by Coningsby Dawson. It's one of his books that consists of letters written to his father living in New York about his time in the war. Having said that I was wondering if one of you could help me find a poem written during that time that is mentioned by Dawson. The poem is called "The Day" and is written by a porter named Henry Chappel. Thanks for any help that you can give.

Thanks again,

Breen P.

[museumtom]

Enjoy;

The Day

YOU boasted the Day, and you toasted the Day,

And now the Day has come.

Blasphemer, braggart and coward all,

Little you reck of the numbing ball,

The blasting shell, or the "white arm's" fall,

As they speed poor humans home.

You spied for the Day, you lied for the Day,

And woke the Day's red spleen.

Monster, who asked God's aid Divine,

Then strewed His seas with the ghastly mine;

Not all the waters of the Rhine

Can wash thy foul hands clean.

You dreamed for the Day, you schemed for the Day;

Watch how the Day will go,

Slayer of age and youth and prime,

(Defenceless slain for never a crime),

Thou art steeped in blood as a hog in slime,

False friend and cowardly foe.

You have sown for the Day, you have grown for the Day;

Yours is the harvest red.

Can you hear the groans and the awful cries?

Can you see the heap of slain that lies,

And sightless turned to the flame-split skies

The glassy eyes of the dead?

You have wronged for the Day, you have longed for the Day

That lit the awful flame.

'Tis nothing to you that hill and plain

Yield sheaves of dead men amid the grain;

That widows mourn for their loved ones slain,

And mothers curse thy name.

But after the Day there's a price to pay

For the sleepers under the sod,

And He you have mocked for many a day --

Listen, and hear what He has to say:

"VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY."

What can you say to God?

Henry Chappell.

[Breen2099]

Thanks!!!