More Songs by the Fighting Men
If England calls this day—
The rose-clad days of June,
That fled by all too soon,
Shall be with me again
In Memory—and when
The daylight sudden closes,
The perfume of June Roses
Shall waft me hence.
If England calls this day—
From those far Hills of Home,
Beyond the sky's dim dome—
Shall merge Valkyries fair,
Swift riding thro' the air—
Who know I shall be there,
Treading the rose-strewn stair
To that New Land.
If England calls this day—
In the Valkyrie's touch
Shall be forgotten much:
Her flying, perfumed hair
Shall speak of Roses rare—
And climbing thro' the breeze,
Remembered melodies
Shall call me Home.
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