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THE FATE OF SERBIA:
A Prophecy.
December 4, 1915.
Oh, who Heaven's mysteries can understand?
Who can this riddle to the nations read?
Fate to the Kaiser yielded her command,
And while he triumphs, Serbia must bleed!
And Heaven that saw withheld a saving hand,
And Justice tarries!—tarries but the deed!
Her hounds, alert, and straining at the band,
When once let slip, shall show no lack of speed!
Who can this riddle to the nations read?
Fate to the Kaiser yielded her command,
And while he triumphs, Serbia must bleed!
And Heaven that saw withheld a saving hand,
And Justice tarries!—tarries but the deed!
Her hounds, alert, and straining at the band,
When once let slip, shall show no lack of speed!
Kaiser, behold your type in Herod! He
In a blind fury slaughter'd helpless babes
In hope to kill the Christ! Yours is that guilt,
And yours that folly! Serbia yet shall see
Your hated House, columns and architrabes,
Sink sapp'd and crashing in the blood you split!
In a blind fury slaughter'd helpless babes
In hope to kill the Christ! Yours is that guilt,
And yours that folly! Serbia yet shall see
Your hated House, columns and architrabes,
Sink sapp'd and crashing in the blood you split!
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