THE CHALLENGE OF THE GUNS
4 By day, by night;, along tho lines their dull boom rings, And that reverberating roar its challenge flings Not only unto theo across the narrow sea, But from the loneliest vale in tho last land's heart Tho sad-eyed watching mother sees her sons depart. And freighted full the tumbling wastes of ocean aro With aid for England from England's sons afar. Tho glass is dim; wo see not wisely, far, nor well, But bred of English bone, and reared on Freedom's wine, All that wo have and aro we lay on England's shrine. Private A.. N. Field. 2nd New Zealand Brigade, Hut E, St. Thomas's Hospital, London, S.E. —In "The Spectator."
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Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2861, 28 August 1916, Page 4
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117THE CHALLENGE OF THE GUNS Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2861, 28 August 1916, Page 4
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