<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Requiescant<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">By Canon F. G. Scott, of the Canadian Expeditionary Force</span></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">On 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">Near Yprés."</p>(The <em>Times</em>, June 19th, 1915</body></html> · Great War