56
The Ypres Times.
How often have I blessed the coming day
When shells permitting we turned out for pay,
When (destined of late earth's fair bowels to wed)
From out of nowhere men did firmly tread
The gentle youth from Scotia's sober shore
Who loved o' nights o'er Bible tales to pore
The Ulster wight, retiring, pious, meek,
Who strove at times to break the back of Greek
The cheerful Cockney who, with accent clear,
Provoked to envy the pedantic peer
The Wesleyan in whose braised and mottled face
The stern divine an ill-spent youth could trace
And each, from importunate lender free,
Grasped that dark gift* to Hope's bright realm the key.
These were thy charms, dear city these were bread,
Yet godless men thank Heaven these are fled
*In the 64th Brigade (R.F.A.), usually five francs.
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Draum by O. Mason.
