Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 205, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 September 1918 — A WATCH IN THE NIGHT [ARTICLE]

A WATCH IN THE NIGHT

••Watchman, what of the night?** x "Rumors clash from the towers; The clocks strike different hours; The vanes point different ways. Through darkness leftward and right Voices quaver and boom. Pealing our victor's praise, Tolling the tocsin of doom.” "Optimist, what of the night?” “Night is over and gone; See how the dawn marches on. Triumphing, over the hills. Annies of foemen In flight - Scatter dismay and despair. Wild is the terror that fills War-lords that crouch In their lair.” M "Pessimist, whaP of the night?" "Blackness that walls us about; The last little star has gone out. Whelmed In the wrath of the storm. Exhaustless, resistless in might. The enemy faints not nor fails; Thundering, swarm upon swarm. He sweeps' like a flood through ths vales.” "Pacifist, what of the night?” "We hear the thunder afar. But all is still where we are; Good and evil are friends. Here in the passionless height War and morality cease. And the moon with the midnight blendi In perennial twilight of peace.? “Soldier, what of the night?'* "Vainly, ye question of me; I know not, I hear not nor see; The voice of the prophet ia dumb; Here in the heart of the fight I count not the hours on their way; I know not when morning shall come; Enough that I work for the day.” —London Punch.