Eden Phillpotts,
The Human Boy and the War
“ BY SUTHERLANDLoud roars the dreadful cannon above the bloody field,While, like the lightning, through the smoke's dim shroud The tongues of flame are flashing, where, concealed,The vainglorious enemy's battery doth vaunt and laugh aloud, Thinking that men of British race are going to yield.Poor German cannon-fodder! Little do they knowThat those who wear khaki have never yet Wherever, at the call of Bellona, they may go,Surrendered to a lesser foe than Death. ”
