More Songs by the Fighting Men
If England calls this day—
Remembered not hardship
Glad-borne in War's dread grip—
Not the strain of training,
Or a year's campaigning,
But the joy of greeting
Pleasures, tho' but fleeting,
Entwined therewith.
If England calls this day—
May those who gave their love,
Who lifted me above
The petty things of Earth,
And taught me all the worth
Of splendid aim in Life,
Know I, 'mid all this strife,
Remember them.
If England calls this day—
The last sweet Twilight calm,
When guns withheld their harm
Awhile, and let me dream
Of Things That might Have Been—
Leaf-music in the trees,
And treasured reveries,
Shall die with me.
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