BEFORE THE STORM The night was quiet. War report.

. Behind the lines men wrought with fevered haste; A thousand fears were crowded in the gloom. No moment dare the waiting armies waste, While nations trem led on the edge of doom. Wheel u! the read" death to feed the guns# $tand to "our !ost lest murder should awa%e# A chill of horror through the midnight runs As soon again these solid hills shall sha%e And the loud lightning rea% the lightning&s shield, Treating again 'od&s (udgement in the field. A quiet night# There shall e quiet nights )or the sound slee!ers under growing grass. New summers wearing all their starr" lights *n other da"s shall softl" loom and !ass. Where the guns await with death, shall "oung feet !la"+ And where men march to dies shall harvest come ,iding with read the shames of war awa". -aughter shall live when all the guns are dum . . . $train u! the flagging courage for the fight; .arth shall have victor" and a quiet night#
'eorge $treet /seudon"m of 0avid 1c2ee Wright N.$.W. The Bulletin 34 1a" 5657