COMRADES IN A COMMON CAUSE
Plainly I saw in their eyes the plunge of the bayonet.
Plainly the crater's fresh red, and the faint, overwise
Smile on a comrade's cold lips and his blackening body
Were mirrored once more by the terrible look in their eyes.
Never again shall they greet with youth's poignant pleasure,
Forests or tremulous dawns or the round moon's rise,
Or beauty or grandeur or love or the glory of heaven
Who return with the mark of the knowledge of hell in their eyes.
comrades in the common cause have come together like sturdy Judas Maccabeus and his fellow patriots in the ancient story, to commit our decision to the Lord and place ourselves in His hands before we pitch our camp and go forth to battle. It were an unworthy cause that we could