Show LET HIM LIVE below is a poem printed in the ma M a honing dispatch Ma mahoning Mahoni honing off ohio according to tb the story connected with it ii the poem was evidently written by someone in that section presumable a young lady it was packed in a box of things sent to a soldier at the front ile he returned the poem to his home town to discover the author the poem has been widely reprinted printed re and comme commented cited luponi As long as the clawen their perfume give so long id let the he kaiser live live and live for or a million years with nothing to drink but belgian tears with nothing to quench his awful thirst but the salted brine of a scotchmans Scotch mans curse I 1 would let hint him live on a dinner a day served from silver c on n a golden tray served with things both dainty and sweet served with everything but things to eat I 1 would make him a bed of silken sheen with costly linens linen sto to lie ile between with covers of down and fillets of lace and downy dour pillow plied piled in place yet when to its comforts he would yield it would stink with the rot of the battlefield and blood and brains and bones of well men should cover him smother him and then hia Is pillow should cling with rotten d 4 and while ahil t the he waves their white emte sands i sweep he should never never sleep and through all the days davs through all the years there should be an anthim anthem in hl hi cars ringing and singing and never done from the edge ol of light to the rit ret 0 of f sun moaning and moaning and moaning I 1 I 1 wild A ravished lavished ravi shed french girls unlucky and I 1 would build him a castle by the sea As lonely a castle as ever could be then id show him a ship from oer I 1 the sea As fine a ship as ever could be laden with water cold and sweet laden with everything good to eat yet scarce does she touch the slivered sands scarce may he reach out his eager hands then a hot and hellish moulton shell should change his heaven into hell and though hed watch by the wave swept shore out our Liis dowania itania would rise no more no mans land where the irish felt fell id start the kaiser a priva private tei hell id jb jab him stab him give him gas and in each wound id pour ground glass id match march him out where the brave boys died out past the lads ladi he crucified crocked in the fearful gloom of his living tombs there Is i one thing id do before I 1 was through id make him sing in stirring manner the wonderful words of the star spangled banner |