Page:For remembrance, soldier poets who have fallen in the war, Adcock, 1920.djvu/336

274 barracks in the intervals between parades.' There is less of the martial strain in his verse, perhaps, than in that of any other poet-soldier of the British overseas dominions, but not less of the patriotic and humanitarian ardour that drew us and our scattered kindred together into the great struggle. His attitude towards war is essentially the modern attitude:

is the recurring burden of his series of war sonnets. Looking on the sleepy hills and the peace of the wide landscape, he feels

We could not sacrifice honour and rest in peace, is his cry, but he has faith in the conception of a larger Patriotism when the nations shall be one brotherhood: