MAGERSFONTEIN.

Otago Witness, Issue 2520, 2 July 1902, Page 71

MAGERSFONTEIN.

A LAMENT FOE THE FALLEN HIGHLANDERS. Woe, woe, woe' Onward do the living men go. Onward they roll in their thousands to the goal. Is there no angel wir.g on the harp to touch the string, and thus a warning bring to living men 9 Living men. Dark, dark, dark' like a pail the night cloud lowers. In the midst of clouds and darkness no starbght gleam is ours. A sudden blaze of light flashes on them in the night. And low on the veldt he the slam. Lie the slain. Wail, wail, wail! The air is filled with pale men's ghosts going home. The mothers weep in vain for their sons' return again ; but Darkness and Death, amidst the battle's breath, stride over Magersfontem. Magersfontein. Moan, moan, moan! Thi wouiided he and groan. No aid can now be given, and the dying die alone. The battle-blast streams on, and the fierce sun beats upon the living, and the dying lie and moan. Lie and moan. Bright, bright, bright' To the heavenly realms of light there's an upwards sttirry flight of the dead men's souls. And heavenly hosts are marching to receive the souls advancing, and this is their welcome home. Welcome home. Dead, dead, dead! From toe homes of their sires these dismal • sounds arise. But lift your heads, ye sorrowing ones. Behold the clear blue skies. See the night change into dawn, and meet them on the resurrection morn. Resurrection morn. — J. T. Bryant. Owaka, June 19.