OF THE DEAD.

Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 49, 14 August 1915, Page 15

OF THE DEAD.

Master and Maker. God of Right, The soldier dead are at Thy gate, Whose challenge cried against the night, Whose laughter dared the slings of hate. We do not praise, nor shall be spent This day in lamentation loud, But of this warrior testament We are proud, 0 Lord, nor vainly proud. For Thee their pilgrim swords were tried, , . Thy flaming word was m their scrips, They battled, they endured, they died To make a new apocalypse. Master and Maker, God of Right, The soldiers dlead are at Thy gate, Who kept the spears of honour bright And freedom's house inviolate. John Drinkwater, in the "Sphere."