LITTLE WHITE CROSSES.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1420, 12 July 1917, Page 29

LITTLE WHITE CROSSES.

kittle white crosses all in a row, kittle white silent camp; No one to do your sentry go Under the moon’s pale lamp. Comrades so peaceful are sleeping there, With never a about; They marched to 'the fray when we marched that day, And stayed—when the rest marched out.

kittle white crosses all in a row, Little white camp of rest; A cross of bronze, not a cross of wood, Should be on each silent breast. How are you shown on your company roll? Killed—and your name scratched out, 'Cos you marched through the drench to the enemy trench And stayed—when the rest marched out.

kittle white crosses all in a row, Here in our distant camp; Blank are the files you’ve made, although In fancy we hear the tramp. The tramp of the feet of our comrades dear. Whenever parade’s about They rejoin the ranks and fall in the blanks And march—when the rest march out.

kittle white crosses all in a row, Sign of a soldier’s grave; Six foot of earth has levelled all The ranks of the fallen brave. The old “Contemptible” from the “Marne,” With the lad who has just come out. Has marched with their squad, till they reached their God, And stayed—when the rest marched out. —Sergeant Attwood, “kloyd’s Weekly News.”