TRUMPET CALL
The wind in wanton frolic blew'. And snatched the fragrance from the trees Where newhorn blossom clothed the view With beauty, trembling in the breeze; But, over all, I heard a sound, So vibrant in its piercing blast, It woke the echoes all around; And, ere its trumpet-note had passed -I saw the young, with hearts afire, And solemn purpose in their eyes, £ll moving as with one desire To share an Empire's sacrifice. A forlorn lamb, with quavering bleat, Its mother sought upon the hill, But I could only hear the beat Of drum and bugle calling still.
The young must march, and march they may, For truth, integrity and right; And mothers, braver still, will pray That when, for some, the western light Has faded, crimson, from the sky, They may have honour in the fight Who gladly for their country die. —Alex J. Hodge.
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Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20917, 23 September 1939, Page 19 (Supplement)
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149TRUMPET CALL Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20917, 23 September 1939, Page 19 (Supplement)
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