Year book of the American clan Gregor Society ... - Electric Scotland

Proceedings of Eighth Annual Gathering 77
Ye who sit by your firesides,
'Tending the blaze of Peace,
Yet take no thought of those others
Across the wreck-strewn seas.
Give up the name of Clansman!
Ye hold it but by lease!
Ye who sit full at your tables,
Eating the bread of Peace,
Nor meat nor sweet denying
That want may these surcease,
Speak not of the blood of Alpine!
It doth not suit nor please.
Ye who go dress'd as always,
Wearing soft clothes of Peace,
Nor think if the war-made cripple.
Hath garments, warmth, or ease,
Call not on the God of Nations*
His voice might bid you cease.
Shall we of the old Clan Gregor,
Who so few years ago
Proved so true to the blood call.
Shall we be faithless now!
Ah no! should we lose the pathway,
The Fiery Cross will show.
We of the ravaged Southland,
Have felt War's loss and pain,
Not yet have we forgotten
That the like should plead in vain.
And as ye do to others
So to yourself again!
Peace cannot last forever
After the long repose
Up comes some burning question
And we too must face our foes.
How can we claim the honor
That we deny to those?