THOSE OTHERS.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 2039, 9 October 1919, Page 4

THOSE OTHERS.

Wlicre’ are those others'? —the men who .stood In the first wild spate of the German flood, And paid full price with their heart’s best blood, For the saving of you and me; French’s Contemptible*, haggard, and lean, Allenby’s lads of the cavalry screen, Gunners who fell in Battery L, . And Guardsmen of Landfecies? Where are those others who fought ami fell, Ouhmmned, outgunned, and scant of shell, On the deadly curve’ot the Ypres hell, Barring the coast to the last ? Where are our laddies who died out tli ere, • From Poelcapelle to 1* estubert, When the days grew" short and the poplars bare In the cold November blast ? For us their toil and for ns their pain, The sordid ditch in the sodden plain, Tim Flemish fog and the driving vain, The cold that cramped and froze; The weary night, the chill bleak day, When earth was dark and sky was grey, And the ragged weeds in the dripping clay Were all God’s world to those. Where are those others in this glad time, When the standards wave and joyhells chime, And London stands with oulst let died hands Waving her children in ? Athwart our joy still comes the thought Of the dear dead hoys, whose lives have bought All that sweet victory Ims brought To us who lived to win. To each Ids dreams, and mine to me, But as tin 1 shadows fall 1 see That ever glorious company. The men who bide out there. Riflemen, Highlander, lusiliei, Airman and Sapper and Grenadier, With Haunting banner and wave and cheer, . They flow through the darkening air. And yours are there, and so are mine, Rank upon rank and line on line, With smiling lips and eyes that shine, And hearing proud ami high. Past they g’o with their measured tread, 'These are the victors, these the dead! Ah, sink the knee and Imre (he head As the hallowed host goes by! —Sir Arthur Conau Doyle in the Daily Express.