“DIED OF WOUNDS.”

Greymouth Evening Star, 27 September 1917, Page 2

“DIED OF WOUNDS.”

(By H. W. P. Danler, in the Spectator.) T don't know why you look so frightened, dear. What, mother what ? You say I'm looking queer? I’m quite all right only I'm drenched and cold. The old mare chucked me in the pond. I told Tom Darby's boy to catch her, and walk- ■ ed home. Jack, if you grin I'll punch your head. Now come, I’ll have a tub and change; then let's have lea And some of Dolly’s jam. I can’t quite see You clearly, and the clock does tick so loud — And why the dickens are you in a cloud ? What did you say? What’s that? “The Major’s gone?— Damned Bodies!”—Who’s that groaning? “Only one?’’ Only one what?—She’s caught on Dixie farm ! I say, T can’t get up; my side’s all warm And sticky but my feet are beastly' ..cold — It s blood! —Who’d have the mare sold ? Hark ! Hear the wind awhistling in the trees! I shan t bike home in this infernal breeze. Why, you’re a padre. What’s your name? I’ve seen Your—“ Doesn’t matter!”—Yes it does. I’ve been Hard hit, you said.—Capper of Corpus ; Cap— C apper of Corpus! Why, the very chap! I’m jolly glad. Don’t lift me; let me try— The water bottle's smashed. I’m jolly dry. What’s that? “It’s hopeless; leave the rest to you ; You’ll see it out?’’ Capper of Corpus do—- “ Which art in Heaven” —yes. “Thy will be done”— Capper of Corpus, but I’m not your son! Don't bother, I'm so comfy. Mother, Jack So jolly'tired; do turn mo on my back— So, jolly tired. “Our daily bread. Forgive As we forgive them.” But if I dont live? Do I remember? —“Us from evil’ yes. Good Lord; why, padre you’ve got in a mess! You’re badly bit; your hands are both pierced through. And bleeding, too! Why! what’s that Light as though Your hair’s on fire? I —Jesn, mercy, save! As wo do them forgive, I pardon crave. Thy bands upon inv brow unworthy L Thanks be to God • thanks be to God. I die!