THE ARMY OF THE DEAD.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 213, 16 February 1915, Page 2

THE ARMY OF THE DEAD.

In the Westminster Gazette appear the following poem from the pen o Mr Barry Pain:— I dreamed that I overheard I saw in the twilight grey, The Army of the Dead Marching upon its way, So still and passionless, With faces so serene" That scarcely could one guess, Sucli men in war had been. No mark of hurt they bore, Nor smoke, nor bloody stain; Nor suffered any more Famine, fatigue or pain; Nor any lust of hate t - Now lingered in their eyes— Who had fulfilled their fate, Have lost all enmities. A new and greater pride So quenched the pride of race That foes marched side by side Who once fought face to face, That ghostly army's love, Knows but one race, one rod; AH nations there are Man, And the one King is God. No longer on their ears, Tho bugle's summons falls; Beyond these tangled spheres The Archangel's trumpet calls; And by that trumpet led Far up the exalted sky The Army of tho Dead Goes by, and still goes by— Look upward, standing mute; Salute!