Not for the God of battles!
For Honour, Freedom and Right.
And saving of Gentle Beauty,
We have gone down to fight!
THE RAGGED STONE
AS I was walking with my dear, my dear come back at last,
The shadow of the Ragged Stone fell on us as we passed:
And if the tale be true they tell about the Ragged Stone
I'll not be walking with my dear next year, nor yet alone.
And we're to wed come Michaelmas, my lovely dear and I;
And we're to have a little house, and do not want to die.
But all the folk are fighting in the lands across the sea,
Because the King and Counsellors went mad in Germany.
Because the King and counsellors went mad, my love and I
May never have a little house before we come to die.
And if the tale be true they tell about the Ragged Stone
I'll not be walking with my dear next year, nor yet alone.
THE WAR FILMS
O LIVING pictures of the dead,
O songs without a sound,
O fellowship whose phantom tread
Hallows a phantom ground—
How in a gleam have these revealed
The faith we had not found.
