. Book of the Royal blue . lU KSSllh. ;, TLK OF nil. AXrii:TA\ \,n0it on the I iiiImt : | TOO SOON THEY DIE. BY MR. THOMAS CALVER. THE wings of time lialt not nor stay;Thay never rest they never through the night, throughout the day,They rise and fall with meaning dire;For as they touch each little band. They brush some souls from Earths weak hold,And waft them to another land. Where mists eyes cannot pierce enfold. We love our comrades; we would keep Them ever near our gladdened eyes:And as Times wings fan them to sleep. Our hearts are wrung with
. Book of the Royal blue . lU KSSllh. ;, TLK OF nil. AXrii:TA\ \,n0it on the I iiiImt : | TOO SOON THEY DIE. BY MR. THOMAS CALVER. THE wings of time lialt not nor stay;Thay never rest they never through the night, throughout the day,They rise and fall with meaning dire;For as they touch each little band. They brush some souls from Earths weak hold,And waft them to another land. Where mists eyes cannot pierce enfold. We love our comrades; we would keep Them ever near our gladdened eyes:And as Times wings fan them to sleep. Our hearts are wrung with (Jriefs sadly we the question ask: Why should they from our ranks be torn?Why could they linger not, to bask Within the glow of Loves bright morn? For years we knew them; long ago, When Wars fierce scourge assailed our then we faced the foe As brothers, a united all we could each other give. All we could do to help or save,Was given and done, and glad to live— We—we to breast the angry wave. When side by side we m
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