Clergyman's

Somehow for me these common tunes
Can never sound the same again:
They've magic now to thrill my heart
And bring before me, clear and plain,
Man that is master of his flesh,
And has the laugh of death and pain.
- Eva Dobell

So broke with pain, he shrinks in dread
To see the 'dresser' drawing near;
and winds the clothes about his head
That none may see his heart-sick fear.
His shaking, strangled sobs you hear.
- Eva Dobell

So broke with pain, he shrinks in dread
To see the 'dresser' drawing near;
and winds the clothes about his head
That none may see his heart-sick fear.
His shaking, strangled sobs you hear.
- Eva Dobell

So broke with pain, he shrinks in dread
To see the 'dresser' drawing near;
and winds the clothes about his head
That none may see his heart-sick fear.
His shaking, strangled sobs you hear.
- Eva Dobell

A child - so wasted and so white,
He told a lie to get his way,
To march, a man with men, and fight
While other boys are still at play.
A gallant lie your heart will say.
- Eva Dobell

A child - so wasted and so white,
He told a lie to get his way,
To march, a man with men, and fight
While other boys are still at play.
A gallant lie your heart will say.
- Eva Dobell

Crippled for life at seventeen,
His great eyes seems to question why:
with both legs smashed it might have been
Better in that grim trench to die
Than drag maimed years out helplessly.
- Eva Dobell

Through the wide open window on great star,
Swinging her lamp above the pear-tree high,
Looks in upon these dreaming forms that lie
So near in body, yet in soul so far
As those bright worlds thick strewn ion that vast depth of sky.
- Eva Dobell

Through the long ward the gramophone
Grinds out its nasal melodies:
""Where did you get that girl?"" it shrills.
The patients listen at their ease,
Through clouds of strong tobacco smoke:
The gramophone can always please.
- Eva Dobell

Through the long ward the gramophone
Grinds out its nasal melodies:
""Where did you get that girl?"" it shrills.
The patients listen at their ease,
Through clouds of strong tobacco smoke:
The gramophone can always please.
- Eva Dobell