We stood up to give the Blessing, And commend him to the Lord, When a sudden light shot soaring Silver swift and like a sword. At a stroke it slew the darkness, Flashed its glory on the mud, And I saw the sergeant staring At a crimson clot of blood. There...
Rough rhymes of a padre - Page 75
by Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy - 1918 - 87 pages
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