Reconciliation
Reconciliation
Full many a time we’ve known the call to arms,The sudden storm ... the aching aftermath,When spent companions slumbered ’neath the palms,And wooden crosses marked the wake of wrath.Full often have we saddled up and spedOver the sand, sweeping along at large,Braving the fitful hurricanes of lead,Galloping down resistance in the charge.Mute sorrow and great hardship have been ours,Long journeyings and escapades in force—But have we not beheld the poppy-flowersNodding in red confusion on our course?Yea, we have crossed the woeful waste of sand,Left sorrow far behind; and we have heardThe skylarks carolling in the Holy Land,Where flower and tree commune with bee and bird.“GERARDY.”
Full many a time we’ve known the call to arms,The sudden storm ... the aching aftermath,When spent companions slumbered ’neath the palms,And wooden crosses marked the wake of wrath.Full often have we saddled up and spedOver the sand, sweeping along at large,Braving the fitful hurricanes of lead,Galloping down resistance in the charge.Mute sorrow and great hardship have been ours,Long journeyings and escapades in force—But have we not beheld the poppy-flowersNodding in red confusion on our course?Yea, we have crossed the woeful waste of sand,Left sorrow far behind; and we have heardThe skylarks carolling in the Holy Land,Where flower and tree commune with bee and bird.“GERARDY.”
Full many a time we’ve known the call to arms,The sudden storm ... the aching aftermath,When spent companions slumbered ’neath the palms,And wooden crosses marked the wake of wrath.
Full many a time we’ve known the call to arms,
The sudden storm ... the aching aftermath,
When spent companions slumbered ’neath the palms,
And wooden crosses marked the wake of wrath.
Full often have we saddled up and spedOver the sand, sweeping along at large,Braving the fitful hurricanes of lead,Galloping down resistance in the charge.
Full often have we saddled up and sped
Over the sand, sweeping along at large,
Braving the fitful hurricanes of lead,
Galloping down resistance in the charge.
Mute sorrow and great hardship have been ours,Long journeyings and escapades in force—But have we not beheld the poppy-flowersNodding in red confusion on our course?
Mute sorrow and great hardship have been ours,
Long journeyings and escapades in force—
But have we not beheld the poppy-flowers
Nodding in red confusion on our course?
Yea, we have crossed the woeful waste of sand,Left sorrow far behind; and we have heardThe skylarks carolling in the Holy Land,Where flower and tree commune with bee and bird.
Yea, we have crossed the woeful waste of sand,
Left sorrow far behind; and we have heard
The skylarks carolling in the Holy Land,
Where flower and tree commune with bee and bird.
“GERARDY.”
“GERARDY.”