THE SOLDIER.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 42, 7 January 1921, Page 1

THE SOLDIER.

Here in the noisy night Is his delight Where maxims pour Their thuddin'g lead Upon the ground And on the shore. He revels in the sound And lies among the dead. Here where the sniper lies Beneath the skies In hungry wait; And gasping shells Disgorge red death. This is my fate : To love war's rythmic breath And war's discordant knells, Here on the parapet His foes he met See where they sleep In battered lines. Here lies his bed So long and deep And on his broken head A shaft from Heaven shines.