thunders shake the air?
Is this some ordered pomp by law decreed To laud a monarch, or to serve the need Of a dictator who commands the bare trumpets drown the voice of want and care?
Some empty pageant that may sow the seed Of hideous war and doom the world to bleed And sink again 10 ruin and despair?
Not so. Here truly speaks the ptople's voice By, no direction, and they played their part Not by compulsion but their own free choice.
As swift og levins through the A mighty call to triumph and rejoice Burst forth spontaneous from the ation's heart.
/Shanghai, Dec. 25.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.