[Harvard Prize Poem]
Professor Kuno Meyer, of the University of Berlin, resigned
his incumbency as Visiting Professor at Harvard University
during the next season because of this poem, which was
printed in _The Harvard Advocate_ of April 9th, last, and
won the prize in a competition for poems on the war
conducted by that publication. This announcement of it
appeared editorially: "Dean Briggs and Professor Bliss
Perry, the judges of the _Advocate_ war poem prize
competition, have awarded the prize to C. Huntington Jacobs,
1916."
No doubt _ye_ are the people: Wisdom's flame
Springs from _your_ cannon--yea from yours alone.
God needs _your_ dripping lance to prop His throne;
_Your_ gleeful torch His glory to proclaim.
No doubt _ye_ are the people: far from shame
Your Captains who deface the sculptured stone
Which by the labor and the blood and bone
Of pious millions calls upon His name.
No doubt _ye_ are the folk; and 'tis to prove
Your wardenship of Virtue and of Lore
Ye sacrifice the Truth in reeking gore
Upon your altar to the Prince of Love.
Yet still cry we who still in darkness plod:
"'Tis Antichrist ye serve and not our God!"