Show Russia 1905 A red haze hung over the mountain The Hall In the valley was still A lone woman wept oer a baby that slept And the grain lay unwound at the mill A plow In the half cimen furrow A forge that was smokeless and dead While over It nil hung the stillness a pall And the haze oer the mountain blood red And over and over And over By village and farmhouse and hill A haze bloody red nil the landscape oerepicad And the mlles deserted and still The earth at the seedtime unbroken The field at the harvest uneleaned And lone vigil kept by a woman who wept With a babe at her bosom unweaned Then down from the mountain a horse man Dashed plumed and swordod and mail ed Nor heard he the moan of the woman alone Nor saw he the grain all unflallcd To arms for the battle was bloody To arms for the columns were thin ned And over the land rang his brazen com mand For Ills horse wore the wings of the wjnd Then fatherless lads from their hovels Went shouldering ponderous guns And old men and gray tottered weakly away To find the rude graves of their sons For country Is higher than kindred And what Is tho glory of Fod Unwet by the Hood of Its yeomens red blood And warIs It not more than God So women with babes at their bopoms Gazed out oer the furrows untllled Through the haze resting red like tho blood that was shed In a far away strtmcrio imrcin i And eyes that are swollen and anguished Upllttld In Rllput apPlal Oh God ot the Poor does thy dure mercy en When thy monarchs know ot steel naught but And over and over and over BJ vlllnge and hamlet and hill The haze to shed resting nd like the blood that Th eatrth atlthe thl alley IR Rttn Th arlh at thl pCId time unbroken The fields nt the harvest And a tone vigil kept by n unlleaned woman who wept With n babA nt her bosom J W Foley In New York unwcaned Times |