TO-MORROW.
O, yesterday the cutting edge drank thirstily ynd deep, The upland outlaws ringed us in and herded us as sheep; They drove us from the stricken field and hayed us info keep; But. morrow, By the living (.!od, we'll try the game again. 0, yesterday our little troop was ridden through and through, Our swaying, tattered, pennons fled, a broken, beaten few, And all a summer afternoon, they hunted »s and slew; But, to morrow, By the living God, we'll try the game again. And here upon the turret-top the halefire glowers red, The wake-lights Imrn and drip about our hacked, disfigured dead, .And many n broken heart is here, and many a broken head; But. to-morrow, By the living God, we'll try the game again. —John Mnscfield.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21118, 27 February 1932, Page 9 (Supplement)
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129TO-MORROW. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21118, 27 February 1932, Page 9 (Supplement)
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