THE FRIEND

Sun (Christchurch), Volume IV, Issue 963, 13 March 1917, Page 6

THE FRIEND

Somewhere in France you fell— Somewhere; The wild earth laps you, but I cannot tell If y«u sleep well Out there. Someone. I know not who, Was near— Had put a cross, a date, at the head of you Before 1 ever knew, My dear. Something you tried to say, Some word— Meant for hut one to hear that hour, that day. All well. I have not heard. Nor may. Somehow. I know not how Or when, 'TIs said the quick and dead shall meet again; It will he Heaven then. But now . . , Sometimes I wonder why («m1 chose The lives we craved and passed our prayers by. Have 1 not prayed to die? Viml knows. - FFRIDA WOLFE, in the "Sphere."