Two Babes Were Born.
Two babes were born one happy morn,
They came with love divine,
And a mother smiled by the River Thames,
And a mother smiled by the Rhine.
These children grew, so brave and true,
Each mother said, "How fine!"
And hearts were glad by the River Thames,
And hearts were glad by the Rhine.
But one sad day, so people say,
Their rulers tried to shine,
And one heard the call by the River Thames,
And another the call by the Rhine.
These two brave sons, the raised their guns,
As they marched in martial line,
And a mother sighed by the River Thames,
And a mother sighed by the Rhine.
On the battle plain where bullets rain,
These lads formed into line,
And hearts were sad by the River Thames,
And Hearts were sad by the Rhine.
They took their sight in the biter fight,
Their aim was really fine,
And a mother prayed by the River Thames,
And a mother prayed by the Rhine.
Two noble sons fell by their guns,
Their names in glory shine,
And a mother weeps by the River Thames
And a mother weeps by the Rhine.
So the Thames so fine, and the River Rhine,
Flow into the same great sea,
And they seem to say as they kiss the spray,
"If men were as wise as we."
Fred. Easton.
