Colin F. Jones

FROM A TRENCH

All men die in war and peace,
All women do the same;
We can but love them til they die,
Though their memories will remain.
Once they are gone and seen no more,
And the tears have all been shed,
Tis left for each to mind their thoughts,
Of love and loss and dread.
God speed we cry! To heavens gate,
God keep thee safe and warm,
While we who live our lives and wait,
Do shelter from the storm;
And in the wailing wind of hate,
We feel their splendid calm.