"OH, I have known the dreams of youth
The dead, long, useless years gave promise of;
Remnants I'll humbly gift thee—all I've got,
Which thy sweet thanks shall be the solace of."
Thus spake a restless mind all out of tune
With souls and thoughts the world could offer
Thou know'st he thanked Thee, God, for War's
The end, the glory, England proffered him.
The sorrow of his going matters not;
Only the fierce high glow that in his heart
Lit up those remnants that a rifle shot
Filched from an England who was grieved to part.
Alway, the nobleness that England gives
Rescinds her royal gift—so England lives!
Galloway Kyle, ed. More Songs By the Fighting Men: Soldier Poets: Second Series. London: Erskine McDonald, Ltd, 1917.