KITCHENER!

Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2791, 8 June 1916, Page 4

KITCHENER!

Far in the distance, boom the guns; Near, in the darkness, shout the waters'. Over the sea, where the flood tide runs, Sadly the drum beats call to "quarters." Someone has passed by the way that goes Out through the heavens' triumphant arches. One ■who was hirig, where the war-call blows, One who was loved in the outer marches. This is a day •when the greatest bow. Tliis is a sorrow the least arc sharing. While he was living, few fretted how Father or son in the fight was faring. While he~was here\ But the night shuts down. Louder the drum beats, deep and rolling, Over the seas in an Irish town. Bells that he knew are tolling, tolling. Kitchener —warrior, consul, chief! Now but a name that we hold and cherish, Wrapping it round with a nation's grief, Knowing that never its fame could perish. So, he has passed as the warriors go, Gone by the road thrdugh the sky's wide arches, Where he will meet, when the bugles blow, Men that he led in the lonely marches. Faint, in the distance, yet the guns Boom in the battle-lines -far reaching. Over the sea, where the ebb-tide runs, Drum-beats throb, like a heart beseeching. Someone is passing, whose going fills Every heart with a heavy sorrow. Over the waters and over the Hills, Grief will be grey in the world to-niorrow. WILL LAW SON. Wellington, J wit 7, 1916.