James B. Dollar-d
Your thoughts of him are like the thoughts of God; And ye who see God s wonders in the skies Must deep adore, when earth like falling ball Recedes, and past the glory-tinted hills, Past towers of cloudland and vast gulfs of fire The morning sun peers out before the dawn !
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IONG shall the deathless story live
Of Langemarck s bloody day, When fierce Germania s legions drave, Up-rolling westward, wave on wave, And swept the French defenders brave Rearward in gory fray.
The thundering guns their voices raised,
Attuned to deadly ire; The hurtling bomb and hissing shell Made war s deep diapason swell, Till all became a seething hell
Out-limned in sulphurous fire !
The German hordes in madness charged, And mighty was their force ;
Right through the lines they burst their way,
And dread the story of that day
Were not our heroes there, to stay
The Teuton s desperate course.
Then was it that young Canada
Displayed their mettle tried; With courage grand they meet that shock And like some stern, unyielding rock That scorns the tides, e en thus they mock The foeman s wrath and pride !
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