<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="left" class="head">From Home</h1><h1 align="center" class="head"><span class="smallcaps">Cambridge</span></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">HERE there is peace and easy living,</p><p class="line">And a warm fire when the rain is driving,</p><p class="line">There is no sound of strong men striving,</p><p class="line">Here where the quiet waters flow,</p><p class="line">But I am hearing the bullets ringing,</p><p class="line">Hearing the great shells onward winging,</p><p class="line">The dead men's voices are singing, singing,</p><p class="line">And I must rise and go.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Here there is ease and comfort for me,</p><p class="line">A warm soft bed and a good roof o'er me</p><p class="line">Here may be there is fame before me,</p><p class="line">Honour and fame for all I know,</p><p class="line">But I am seeing the thick rain falling,</p><p class="line">Seeing the tired patrols out crawling,</p><p class="line">The dead men's voices are calling, calling,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And I must rise and go.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Back to the trench that I see so clearly,</p><p class="line">Back to the fight I can see so nearly,</p><p class="line">Back to the friends that I love so dearly,</p><p class="line">The dead men lying amid the dew,</p><p class="line">The droning sound of the great shells flying,</p><p class="line">Filth and honour, and pain, and dying--</p><p class="line">Dead friends of mine, oh, cease your crying,</p><p class="line">For I come back to you.</p></div></body></html> · Great War