<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head"><em>Requiescant</em></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">In</span> lonely watches night by night</p><p class="line">Great visions burst upon my sight,</p><p class="line">For down the stretches of the sky</p><p class="line">The hosts of dead go marching by.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Strange ghostly banners o'er them float,</p><p class="line">Strange bugles sound an awful note,</p><p class="line">And all their faces and their eyes</p><p class="line">Are lit with starlight from the skies.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The anguish and the pain have passed</p><p class="line">And peace hath come to them at last,</p><p class="line">But in the stern looks linger still</p><p class="line">The iron purpose and the will.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Dear Christ, who reign'st above the flood</p><p class="line">Of human tears and human blood,</p><p class="line">A weary road these men have trod,</p><p class="line">O house them in the home of God!</p></div><p class="byline">Frederick George Scott</p><p> In a Field near Ypres <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> April, 1915 </p></body></html> · Great War