Excerpt: ...what makes she, I wonder, Of the horror and the blood, And what's her luck, to sunder The evil from the good? 'T was more than I could compass, For how was I to think With such infernal rumpus In such a blasted stink? But here's a thought to tally With t'other. That moon sees A shrouded German valley With woods and ghostly trees. And maybe there's a river As we have got at home With poplar-trees aquiver And clots of whirling foam. And over there some fellow, A German and a foe, Whose gills are turning yellow As ...
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Excerpt: ...what makes she, I wonder, Of the horror and the blood, And what's her luck, to sunder The evil from the good? 'T was more than I could compass, For how was I to think With such infernal rumpus In such a blasted stink? But here's a thought to tally With t'other. That moon sees A shrouded German valley With woods and ghostly trees. And maybe there's a river As we have got at home With poplar-trees aquiver And clots of whirling foam. And over there some fellow, A German and a foe, Whose gills are turning yellow As sure as mine are so, Watches that riding glory Apparel'd in her gold, And craves to hear the story Her frozen lips enfold. And if he sees as clearly As I do where her shrine Must fall, he longs as dearly. With heart as full as mine. Maurice Hewlett THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting our sleep and our food, After a day and a night- God, shall we ever forget! Beaten and broke in the fight, But sticking it-sticking it yet. Trying to hold the line, Fainting and spent and done, Always the thud and the whine, Always the yell of the Hun! Northumberland, Lancaster, York, Durham and Somerset, Fighting alone, worn to the bone, But sticking it-sticking it yet. Never a message of hope! Never a word of cheer! Fronting Hill 70's shell-swept slope, With the dull dead plain in our rear. Always the whine of the shell, Always the roar of its burst, Always the tortures of hell, As waiting and wincing we cursed Our luck and the guns and the Boche, When our Corporal shouted, "Stand to!" And I heard some one cry, "Clear the front for the Guards!" And the Guards came through. Our throats they were parched and hot, But Lord, if you'd heard the cheers! Irish and Welsh and Scot, Coldstream and Grenadiers. Two brigades, if you please, Dressing as straight as a hem, We-we were down on our knees, Praying for us...
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