<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Night Outposts.</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Zip</span>! --- Zing! ---</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">A bullet sped!</p><p class="line">The grim Hun chuckled;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">A poor heart bled.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Then the lilt of a boyish voice</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Rang out through the murky night:</p><p class="line">"Say, Dad -- I'm hurt -- and, why, here's Joyce:</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Play -- up -- old school -- Good-night!"</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And wan and dreary crept up the day</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">On a lonely outpost place;</p><p class="line">For the light of life had stolen away</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">From a dear brown smiling face.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Then pray to your gods for the life, grit and power,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">To tear with your hands, sword and gun --</p><p class="line">O! English sons, avenge that hour! --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And CHOKE that chuckling Hun.</p></div><p class="byline">A. E. WHITING-BAKER.</p></body></html> · Great War