THE ARMY OF THE DEAD.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 285, 11 May 1915, Page 6

THE ARMY OF THE DEAD.

1 dreamed that overhead 1 saw in twilight grey The Army of the Dead 'Marching upon its way, So still and passionless V. ith faces no serene, That scarcely could one guess Such men in war had been. No mark or hurt they bore, Xor smoke nor hiondy siainj Nor suffered any more _ h'amine, fatigue or 'j>ain; Nor any lust of hate Now lingered in their eyes— Who have fulfilled their fate, Have lost all enmities. A new und greater pride ; So quenched the pride of race That foes marched side by side Who once fought face to face. That ghostly army's plan Knows hut one race, one rodAll nations there are man And the one King is God! No longer on their ears The bugle's summons falls; Beyond these tangled spheres The Archangel's trumpet calls; Ami by that trumpet led Par up the exalted sky The Army of the Dead Goes by, and still goes by, —Barry Pain.