THE SENTRY.

Bruce Herald, Volume LIV, Issue 77, 7 October 1918, Page 4

THE SENTRY.

Into the uncertain gloom of -No Man's Land, Where wavering shadows mocked his half-dazed sight, / lie peered through ! blacfc eternities of night; And a 'blasted tree pointed its ghoulish hand, Blackened and torn and stunted to a shape: A gallows 'first, a gibbet, a grinning ape, Tauntingly at 'him all the grim hours through, •And came'and fled and danced and capered, too, ■And moaned and crooned to the wind a weii'd death song. How Death was surely coming; Death could not !be long. •Good Death was quickly coming; Death was never long; A splendid fellow was 'Death; Death never -waited long. A right good fellow was Death, silent and swift and strong. Ah, swift was Death, was Death, droned on the en'dless song. TiJl t'lie sudden tempestuous tornado of shell t Was a greater relief than any limn could tell. —From "The .Sentry," 'by Arthur Thrush, in the "Fortnightly Review."