An Extract of Reflection

'Neath the shining of the Star, Peace hath broken her treasure jar, Spread her gracious gifts afar. From the darkness comes the ...

Reprinted by kind permission of the Editor of the “Morning Post.” Foreword. The Empire’s Honour is the Honour of its Mighty Dead. This...

The silver moon is shining     On far Knocklayd; And the night dew glistens     On leaf and blade. A white mist is passing     Acr...

He rattled the sword in its sheath;     He threatened; he boasted of might; Earth trembled, his thunder beneath;     Day passed for t...

 “Master, the battle is raging!   The shrapnel is falling nigh! The air is polluted with gas fumes,   And round me dead comrades lie....

The leaves of autumn rustle ’neath my feet,     And trees, that in the spring, have looked so fair, And shelter gave through storm or ...

Thorny and broken, crimson paven,   Chill with the winds that blow from night; With many footsteps deeply graven,   Hidden in shade a...