Page:Flower of youth, poems in war time, Tynan, 1915.djvu/63

Rh THE FIELDS OF FRANCE

"Nous avons chassé ce Jesus Christ"

they chased away

Comes again another day.

Could they do without Him then

His poor lost unhappy men?

He returns and is revealed

In the trenches and the field.

Where the dead lie thick He goes,

Where the brown earth's red as a rose,

He who walked the waters wide

Treads the wine-press, purple-dyed,

Stoops, and bids the piteous slain

That they rise with Him again.

To His breast and in his cloak

Bears the younglings of the flock:

Calls His poor sheep to come home

And His sheep rise up and come.