SOME DAY.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 10, 10 August 1916, Page 3

SOME DAY.

Someday. fresh,,grecn will creep along! the Belgian'.’Janos, l Some day tha flowers will open to tlie may; And on tha grave of my brave soldier hoy the, gj'HSs will grow, But not to-day. i ’ Some day the birds will bpild their nests again round Lille, And on the dunes again .will children play; / Some day kind Time will lay her hand upon my aching heart, _• But not to-day. I Some day the widows of Louvain will I cease to weep,.And from the ashes of there ruins 1 'grey, Will rise a city fashioned by tho love of all the world, | But not to-day. Some day,the soldiers will come hack again from Franco, And Knglaml will he hung with banners gay; And I shall see them marching past, the comrades of my hoy, But not to-day. Some day, that golden somo day which the future holds. When trumpets blow and angels lino the way My soldier hoy will opine to meet me down the glittering ranks, And he will say: ‘Welcome, bravo mother heart, the I) -'’ at last .lias, dawned, The parting and, the pjn have passed . . away.’ Yes, I shall see, my ears shall hear, .ni.v heart again g ox young, T’pan that Day. 7’ ' ’'nm WeVh, Trinity College, Foochow, in the London Record,