Historic Trentham, 1914-1917: The Story of a New Zealand Military Training Camp, and Some Account of the Daily Round of the Troops within Its Bounds
To The Fallen
To The Fallen.
You did not count the chances,
You only heard the call; From plains, where sunlight dances,
From hills where shadows fall, You came straight-limbed as lances,
And steady-eyed and tall.
To you a white god beckoned,
Who held a shining sword, You were not men who reckoned
What best you could afford; One gift, that brooked no second,
You made with glad accord.
Tear-Wearied eyes are sleeping
In many a home to-night, For you the women's weeping,
Oh! men, with honour white, Whose souls are in God's keeping.—
The fallen in the fight.