THOSE ORDERS.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 12, 4 June 1920, Page 10

THOSE ORDERS.

(By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.)

Where are those others ? — tha men who stood In the first wild spate of the Gerrnan ilood, And paid full price with thsir heart's hest hlood, For the saving of you and me : French's Contemptibles, haggard and lean, Allenby's lads of the cavalry screen, Gunners who feil in Batteiy L, And Guardsmen of Landrecics '! Where are those others who foughfc and fell, Outmanned, outgunned, and scant of shell, On the deadly curve of tho Ypres hell, Barring the coast to ihe last ? Vvliere are our laddies who died out there, From Poelcapell& to Festubert, When the days grew short and the poplars bare In the cold November blast ? For u& their toil and for us their pahi, The sordid ditch in Ihe sodden plain, The Fiemish fog and th'.. driving rain, The cold that cramped and froze; The weary night, the chill, bleak day, When earth was dark and sky was grey, And the raggea 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 the joybells cliime, And London stands with outstretched hands Waving her children in ? Athwart our joy still eomes the thoughfc thought Of the dear, dead boys, whose livea have bought All that sweet victory has brought To us who lived to win. * To cach his dreams, and mine to me, But as the shadows f all I see That ever glorious company, The men that bide out there. Rifleman, Highlander, Fusilier, Airman and Sapper and Grenadier, With flaunting banrier and wave and cheer, ILey flow through the darkening air. And yours are there, and so are mine, Rank upon rank and line upon line, With smiling lips and eyes that shine, And bearing proud .ind high. Past they go with their measured tread, These are the victors, ihese the dead ! Ah, sink the knee and bare the head. As the hallowed host goes by ! — "Daily Express."