POETRY

Lake County Press, Issue 2792, 3 July 1919, Page 2

POETRY

A MEBBACE FROM THE DEAD. In the fitful firelight flicker, And the embers glowing red, Dreamed I of the plains of Flanders With their trenches, with their dead. Heard the rifle bullet whistle, Heard the devastating shell Scream its message of destruction (Serve they both God Moloch well.) Came the cold grey light of morning, Came the fulgent light of noon. ml te the wint er sun was setting There arose a crescent rnoou. Came a stir within the trenches (Ah! the setting sun went red!) Up and over soldiers charging, See them falling, see them dead. Short the twilight—came the darkness, Calmly shone the crescent moon. Suddenly the sky grew brighter As a misty sun at noon. Pale the moon shone, paler ovei Since on earth its light it shed

In the strange, mysterious halo Lighting on the noble dead. Then I saw the dead arising— Yea. our dead rise one by ouv— Silently they came before me, (Happy they their duty done.) This the message that they gave me Ere they journeyed (Ah! too soji:;. Into the resplendent shining, Brighter now than sun at noon. "Ye who walk among the living, Tell our mothers, sweethearts, wives, We, who fell hero, died content here, Gladly laid wo down our lives. ''Ere we pass into the silence. List the mossago theo we tell, We have gained the Lifo Eternal; Hail "o thee, and faro thee well!" Then the vision strange, it faded, Came the dream-light, softly shed By the fitful firelight flicker And the embers glowing red. J. MOFFAT.