THE ÆGEAN WIND
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The winter winds of Lemnos, They blow exceeding fast; There’s nothing quite so stiff on earth As that persistent blast. It ducks around the corners, Through all the hills it shoots; It blows the milk from out your tea, The laces from your boots. Is this the soft Ægean wind Which Byron raved about, That whirls across the ridges And turns you inside out? Or is it some invention Which Providence has made To give a breezy welcome to The Third Brigade? H. B. K.
OUR FATHERS
Wandering spirits, seeking lands unknown, Such were our fathers, stout hearts unafraid. Have we been faithless, leaving homes they made, With their life’s blood cementing every stone? Nay, when the beast-like War God did intone His horrid chant, was our first reckoning paid For years of ease. Their restless spirits bade Us fight with those whose Homeland was their own. Rest easy in your graves, the spirit lives That brought you forth to claim of earth the best. Ours it is now, and ours it shall remain; Mere jealous greed no honest birthright gives. Shades of our fathers, hear our faith confessed, We shall defend your Empire or be slain.
Capt. James Sprent, A.M.C. (3rd Field Amb.).
Drawn by F. R. CROZIER
“Wandering spirits, seeking lands unknown, Such were our fathers, stout hearts unafraid.”
C. E. W. B.
·Picture of a battalion Resting·