SOUTH of the Line, inland from far Durban, A mouldering soldier lies - your countryman. Awry and doubled up are his gray bones, And on the breeze his puzzled phantom moans Nightly to clear Canopus: 'I would know By whom and when the All-Earth-gladdening Law Of Peace, brought in by that Man Crucified, Was ruled to be inept, and set aside? And what of logic or of truth appears In tacking "Anno Domini" to the years? Near twenty-hundred liveried thus have hied, But tarries yet the Cause for which He died.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE TO CHILDREN: 4. THE FAIRY REALM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MY VOCATION by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER TEMPER by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN THE CAMP-FOLLOWER by MAXWELL BODENHEIM CHRIST IS ALL by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |