FROM THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW.

Woodville Examiner, Volume XXVIII, Issue 4627, 7 May 1915, Page 2 (Supplement)

FROM THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW.

0 God ! lam travelling out to death’s sea, I, who exulted in days of sweet laughter, Thought not of dying—oh! death is such waste of mo! — Grant me one comfort : Leave not the hereafter Of men to bo black, as though I had died not — I, who in battle, my comrade's arm linking, Shouted and sang—the life in my pulses hot Throbbing and dancing! Ah, let not mv sinking In dark bo for naught, nor my death a vain thing! God, let me know it the end of man s fever! Make this last breath a bugle call, carrying Peace o’er the valleys and cold hills, for over! —John Galsworthy, in “The Nation.