Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1918-02-27
GIN RUINED FRANCE
A BOY LIES DEAD"
BY HENRY SAGE.

BY HENRY SAGE.
He died, and that is all we know He died.
~ Somewhere in France nee three thousand miles away
Has reached our shores and from the mist of gray
Can Pue one loved one IRON It's horrd
Nor has it's entrance for one precious hour.
Today "a, man sRau and dye. yesterday boy
So young So Still and on "P his eGT ps a the SMILE me
With 4tn which aa he greeted God He sees not where
ABOVE him 9u dart fvt the vi ooe Of t6e air. niue
-, i soorohes not. lien thunders on his ears
With every awful voice in vain The storm
That comrade Death. incarnate mid the
In shapes of horror never even guessed
BG5G sfr the 6ib Earth 9a that em15ss MS
Today the winds are still and soft the air,
And smiles les, content The barns bursting where
Looks down placid streams, on woods ahame;
shows Ts0 Of s April T ca@e green
a Ua n9me eee PFGnara boWeed safe serene
Abide amid Content, dim a ray
OF Happiness, here;
r,a5 For IA an is Peace ace. and War is far away,
: But Life life Is s throb6ing fexered in is beat
" h men a2d %om og f be e m street
are b Dgg tho G s gse hands n m TODAY
IS si Kun 5s the Var IS aT n@ay
And is it true we only play. at war?
mo- ef haS 9 aned at noo 6o @
No 2nfe on can n1 we d o or SHIT
There 0ie earnest Of our s IhGa5 scar
And @ he ~ die In R Rn Snail ManhR hoo are
The fre s st home liner inert lie warm
living battle G through f the storm
S snd oy fas the Dag
Sha promised deeds but mock slaughered Dead?
One Iand one F tss one sie
Our Sons are dying and a Nation beeds.
one purpose While man is left to die;
%e know eP 10 od to to as
Because in ruined France a boy lies dead.
Amerca My own beloved land
T 81 fa 9ttS 9 nit Difv at and a t5 SO free
So gay in Sunshine and staunch in Storm;
oo Too Co.'S careless SIS Of the Right the Wrong
And never find heart Of Truth F9 fo'D So long
4n SffB Rfeh Sgb 9wd the skies are black
OF T Thn TURN n 9ur Manhood calls back
Forget yourself; Forget your Yesterdays 't GSl
You They San isiS IN Pf t6o haze
Before you Heart of F man f0d desire s'"SS
The Liberty your Fathers died to save
Alive. And in her eyes, unquenched the fire
OF utter Truth stin flames. Her lips, that gave
with pity on World Of blood Siia and sPI hate
And he zo9 m Write Rt S wo wd TOO late
Then strip for battle Pause and talk no more
-, The word is said You know the word right
Reisntiess War 50 strip yoars IS and fight
Your W' b ee P0m re 0 9Pe sn vo Youth
Fight with purpose silent, grim that blows
Not hot and cold but marches straight along
To Victory. Fight with hand, BRAIN
And heart, and wealth, service till the day
When Innocence and Purity again
Can walk unguarded, unafraid, the way
OF Peace when Faith and Honor yore,
Hold plghted words in bands of steel and gold
Unbfeakable; when Right is Lord
OF all the World and Freedoms wings enfod
The Earth. Fight and spare not, till the Foe
Is on his knees; until, from East West,
The world is safe and Pity whispers low.
Your task is DONE Then sheathe your sword-and
Awake We Eagles. Know that you free.
No let Ease your heritage obscure.
Rise to the heights and from to
Yours is the upper air, so keen and pure
Look on the red horizons lurid light
Pause the when the bow is strung.
Fierce in your anger swift arrows fight.
Wheel. Swoop! and Strike The Vultures tear your y