Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

THE LAST RAID


 

This is the end, my friends, the long night falls,
And we must forward to the battle-line
Where the gas strangles and strange flare-lights shine.
Above the noise of life, death’s bugle calls
From fortressed heights behind unearthly walls.
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Here, ere the end come, put your hands in mine  
And drink this toast in life’s last cup of wine—
“To iron resolve and love that never palls”.

From this long raid, there is no turning back,
For drowning dark will hide the world from sight.
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Keen, strong and resolute, we say, “Good bye”.  
Though we may stumble up the broken track,
Some star will guide us with its hevenly light,
And, as of old, we do not fear to die. [Page 97]