Margaret Hilda Wise
Daughter of Mr Frank Wise. U.S.A., October 16th, 1899. Ed Bied in Raberga, Not Jersed, University College, Toronto. Contributes short stories and verse to Canadian publications.
THE ANGELS AT MONS
THE silent legions of the Lord
Came riding by—
The blinding flash of the flaming Sword, Under the flaming sky.
A handful' passed from the jaws of death,
And stumbled by,
But a host was quelled by a fiery Breath,
Under the flaming sky.
THE HEROES OF GALLIPOLI
No epitaph is theirs—yet need they none;
But in some future time their flag unfurled
Shall float above them, and a British sun
Shall warm this newest corner of its world;
And comrades' cheers with British bugles blent—
This, this shall be their greatest monument!
THE TWO TRANSPORTS
I DREAMT I saw a ship go by,
A ship go by—
With cheering men and flags a-fly.
It made me sigh—
And you know why, and I know why.
I dreamt I saw a ship go by,
A ship go by—
Come in from sea so silently;
And this time I did more than sigh—
And you know why, and I know why.
