Frank Oliver Call

Acanthus and Wild Grape Frank Oliver Call

Book Excerptthe heightOf that dark heaven, not a single starTo whisper;--Love and Life the victors are. It seemed to them that wrong had conquered right. O ye who watch and wait, the night is long. A curtain of spun fire and woven gloomAcross the mighty tragedy is drawn. But soon your ears shall hear a triumph song, And golden light shall touch each sacred tomb, And voices shout at last--The Dawn! The Dawn. AUGUST, 1916. GONE WEST_Dedicated to Lieutenant Rodolphe Lemieux, killed in action August 29, 1918._I do not think of them--our glorious dead--As laying tired heads upon the breastOf a kind mother to be lulled to rest; I do not see them in a narrow bedOf alien earth by their own blood dyed red, But see in their own simple phrase--Gone West--The words of knights upon a holy quest, Who saw the light and followed where it led. Gone West! Scarred warrior hosts go marching