WHERE ARE YOU SLEEPING TONIGHT, MY LAD?

White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 251, 18 May 1916, Page 15

WHERE ARE YOU SLEEPING TONIGHT, MY LAD?

Where are you sleeping to night, my lad? Above g round —or below ? The last we heard you were at the Front, Holding a trench, and bearing the brunt; But—that was a week ago. Ay!—th.it was a week ago, Dear Lad, And a week is a long, long time, When a second’s enough, in the thitk of the strife, To M-ver the thread of the bravest life, And end it in its prime. Oh, a week is long when fittle’s enough To send a man below; It may be that while we named your name The bullet sped and the quick end came — And the rest we shall never know. But this we know. Dear Lad, all’s well With the man who has done his best. And whether he live, or whether he die, He is sacred, high in our memory ; Ynd to (iod we can leave the I'cst.

So, wherever you're sleeping to-night, Dear Lad, This one thing we do know, When “Last Post” sounds, and He makes His rounds, Not one of you all will be out of bounds, Above ground or below. —John Oxenhain.