So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf
and dumb. Seeing visions over yonder of the war I know
must come. In the corner-not a vision-but a sign of
coming days, stands a box of ammunition, and a rifle
in green baize. And in this, the living present, let
the word go through the land. Every tradesman, clerk
and peasant, should have these two things at hand. No,
no ranting song is needed, and no meeting, flag or
fuss-In the future, still unheeded, shall the Spirit
come to us. Without feathers, drum or riot, on the
day that is to be. We shall march down very quiet,
to our stations by the sea. While the bitter parties
stifle every voice that warns of war. Every man should
have a rifle. And cartridges in store.
2007-02-16
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