The Great War

from More Songs By the Fighting Men, an electronic edition

God's Acre

WHEN sands of Time have run their course

And mortal heart is stilled,

We render back unto its Source

The dust that He fulfilled;

And in some still, subdued spot

Where all is peace, and they

Who walk the silent paths are taught

To meditate and pray.

We to that dust its rest afford

And dry our idle tears:

For Death is peace, and Peace adored

Reigns here throughout the years.

B.E.F., FRANCE, Sept., 1917.


Dedicated to my "skipper," Captain Alan Cookson (killed in action 27th June, 1917), who now sleeps eternally in the shadow of the little grey church at