THE SENTRY.

Clutha Leader, Volume XLV, Issue 29, 4 October 1918, Page 3

THE SENTRY.

Into the uncertain gloom of .\'o Man's Land, Where wavering shadow*, mocked his half-dazed sight, He peered through black eternities of night; And a blastttl 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 weird death song. How Death was surely coi.ning; Death could not be long. Good Death was ipiicklv 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, (Ironed on the endless song. Till the sudden tempestuous tornado of shell Was a greater relief than any man could tell. —'From "The Sentry," 'by Arthur Thrush, in. the "Fortnightly Beview."