Tilly Hill's World War I scrapbook

• April 12, 2018 21:12:16 Thomas A. Lingner

  God be with you, and us who go our way

  And leave you dead upon the ground you won;

  For you at last the long fatigue is done,

  The hard march ended; you have rest today.

    You were our friends, with you we  waseked  the

    dawn.

  Thou through the rain of the long winter night

  With you we laboured till the morning light

  Broke on the village shell destroyed and torn

  Not now for you the glorious return

  To steep Stewall valleys, to the Tevere leas

  By Tewkesbury and Gloucester, or the trees

  Of Cheltenham under High Cotswold Stone.

   For you no medals such as others wear -

  A cross of bronze for those approved brave

  To you is given above a Shallow grave

  The Wooden Cross that marks your resting there

  Lest you contend, more honourable far

  Than all the orders is the Cross of Wood bearing the God whose bretheren you are

  By Lt.

  Cyril Winter  Bothau 

  
  

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