I Sing the Battle
, By HARRY KEMP. - I Bins' the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death ?.t will. Ah, hut the wailing moth***; f&e lifeless forms and still! I sing the songs of the ■.billowing flags, the busies that cry before. 'Ah. but the skeleton's flapping rusts, the lips that speak no more. I sins the clash of bayonets and Sabres that flash and cleave. And wilt thou sing the maimed ones. too, that go with pinned-up slefeve? I sing acclaimed generals that bring the victory home. Ah, but the broken bodies that drip like honeycomb! I sing of hearts triumphant, long ranks of marching men. And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?
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Maoriland Worker, Volume 13, Issue 30, 25 July 1923, Page 1
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121I Sing the Battle Maoriland Worker, Volume 13, Issue 30, 25 July 1923, Page 1
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