The deck is buckling under us! She's sinking by the bow!

One hymn of hope from dying hands on dying ears to fall—

Gently the music fades away—and so, God rest us all!

CHRISTMAS IN WARTIME

1916

Cheer oh, comrades, we can bide the blast

And face the gloom until it shall grow lighter.

What though one Christmas should be overcast,

If duty done makes all the others brighter.

1917
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