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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Padre

Published by Webmaster on 07/29/2003 (3044 reads)
Oh! I'll remember till I die

The Padre

Oh! I'll remember till I die
That lad upon the battle field;
He lay stark staring at the sky,
And though I was to slaughter steeled,
Sadly I stooped and closed his eyes,
So blue, so blinded with surprise.

Pf bloody would I saw no trace;
His rifle he was holding tense;
There was no horror in his face,
Just terrible indifference.
So waxen white and cold is was,
A marble peace in battle pause.

And beautiful! I never knew
A lad with such bright hair of gold,
With eyes so utter in their blue,
A face so cast in classic mould.
I've buried many, but that one
Haunts me - he might have been my son.

I was to horror calloused then,
And battle memories are dim,
Yet 'mid a host of martyred men
Somehow I most remember him:
A father's pride, a mother's joy,
A poor, bewildered, butchered boy/

Well, bone is brittle, blood is red;
A flag's a rag when all is said.


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