THE SHELLS.

Sun (Christchurch), Volume II, Issue 438, 6 July 1915, Page 6

THE SHELLS.

(With humble apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.) - Hear the message of the shells, X British shells! What a promise of support their snarling clamour tells! How their fulminating Loom Sends the Teuton to his-doom!" ' How it fills our lads with cheer, That prof undo in their rear Of the guns! As, with faces stern and dogged, and all hattle-worn and scarred, And with breath that's* short and hard, They are fighting, yard" by yard, In a resolute endeavour Js'ow, now, to storm or never .The entrenchment of the Huns;" Oh! for shells, shells, shells! ■ •' ; -"• What a tale their shortage tells Of despair! ' What a quiver strikes the breast When that booming sinks to rest, When there falls a fatal stillness 1 in' the air! For each Tommy fully knows From the clamour or the silence How the battle ebbs or flows; And his ear distinctly tells How his fortune sinks or swells By the sinking or tlie swelling In the thunder of his shells. Oh! for shells, shells, shells, shells, shells, shells, shells! For the love of every Tommy, send him shells! JESSIE POPE, in the "Daily Mail."