THE RAIDER.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 32, 22 October 1920, Page 1

THE RAIDER.

Tlie night is robed, like a~ princess fair, In garments of fleecy cloud ; At her throat, the moon, like a jewel rare, Lights up her beauty .proud. Hushed is the camp, where eleepers dream Of their far-off homes perchanc8. A picture of Peace, in shade and gleam, And silvered radiance. A drone ahove— a crashing jar— The night is rent in twain. The scene of Peace is smudged by War : The earth by a crimson stain. The raider flees with craven speed, Hidden in night's dark hood. A cross, of iron shall be his meed : His victims cross — is wood. "Beech" (In N.Z. at the Froxit.)