F. ST. V. MORRIS(WADHAM)[3rd Batt. Sherwood Foresters, attachedR.F.C. Died of wounds, April 29, 1917]LAST POEMThroughvastRealms of airwe passedOn wings all-whitely fair.SublimeOn speeding wingwe climbLike an unfettered Thing,AwayHeight upon height;and playIn God's great Lawns of Light.And HeGuides us safe hometo seeThe Fields He bade us roam.
F. ST. V. MORRIS(WADHAM)[3rd Batt. Sherwood Foresters, attachedR.F.C. Died of wounds, April 29, 1917]
F. ST. V. MORRIS(WADHAM)[3rd Batt. Sherwood Foresters, attachedR.F.C. Died of wounds, April 29, 1917]
ThroughvastRealms of airwe passedOn wings all-whitely fair.SublimeOn speeding wingwe climbLike an unfettered Thing,AwayHeight upon height;and playIn God's great Lawns of Light.And HeGuides us safe hometo seeThe Fields He bade us roam.
ThroughvastRealms of airwe passedOn wings all-whitely fair.SublimeOn speeding wingwe climbLike an unfettered Thing,AwayHeight upon height;and playIn God's great Lawns of Light.And HeGuides us safe hometo seeThe Fields He bade us roam.
ThroughvastRealms of airwe passedOn wings all-whitely fair.
Throughvast
Realms of air
we passed
On wings all-whitely fair.
SublimeOn speeding wingwe climbLike an unfettered Thing,
Sublime
On speeding wing
we climb
Like an unfettered Thing,
AwayHeight upon height;and playIn God's great Lawns of Light.
Away
Height upon height;
and play
In God's great Lawns of Light.
And HeGuides us safe hometo seeThe Fields He bade us roam.
And He
Guides us safe home
to see
The Fields He bade us roam.