“Oh, we’re sunk enough here, God knows! But not so sunk that moments—etc.” It is an extraordinary evidence of the man’s genius that in 1840 he should have perhaps foreseen prophetically the happenings of seventy-six years later! Not only did Browning seem to know what was bound to happen, but he told us the remedy. I sat right down and wrote to my good friend the president, enclosing a marked copy of the poem. On the sixth of April, 1917, war was declared.
