Song-Books Of The War

In fifty years, when peace

Remembrance of the battle lines,

Adventurous lads will sigh and

Proud looks upon the plundered past.

On summer morn or winter's night,

Their hearts will kindle for the fight,

Reading a snatch of soldier-song,

Savage and jaunty, fierce and strong;

And through the angry marching

Of blind regret and haggard mirth,

They'll envy us the dazzling

When sacrifice absolved our earth.

Some ancient man with silver

Will lift his weary face to say:'War was a fiend who stopped our

Although we met him grim and gay.'And then he'll speak of Haig's last drive,

Marvelling that any came

Out of the shambles that men

And smashed, to cleanse the world of guilt.

But the boys, with grin and sidelong glance,

Will think, 'Poor grandad's day is done.'And dream of lads who fought in

And lived in time to share the

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