THE LAST POST with words by H 
The LAST POST
Crispin Bryce
Sound ther Last Post!
For soon will come the dawning.
After the hush and deep,
still calm of n ight,
when radiant sunshine
flood the bright new morning.
When we shall see again
Our hearts delight.
Sound the Last Post! He gave
and he hath taken away,
and left us love: A love
which knows not death!
Now cheer your hearts for
we are not forsaken!
For God is love the old
Sweet song saith.
Sound the Last Post! And clear,
the last trump sounding.
We need not fear! For
God was with us all.
And our dead, in our hearts,
with love abounding.
Now again we rise, triumphant!
to the last great calling.
—
From his chapbook, The Java Joint
Sessions and Other Stuff
Our signed copy Christmas 2000
His Dedication reads:
“For my Family and Friends, whose love,
support and inspiration are the true verse
in the song of being alive.”
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SICK LEAVE
Siegfried Sassoon
When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,
They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.
While the dim charging breakers of the storm
Bellow and drone and rumble overhead,
Out of the gloom they gather about my bed.
They whisper to my heart; their thoughts are mine.
“Why are you here with all your watches ended?
From Ypres to Frise we sought you in the line.”
In bitter safety I awake, unfriended;
And while the dawn begins with slashing rain
I think of the Battalion in the mud.
“When are you going out to them again?
Are they not still your brothers through our blood?”
http://www.worldwarone.it/2013/02/the-poets-and-world-war-sick-leave-by.html
