A poem from the front

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The fol­low­ing poem was re­cently dis­cov­ered in fam­ily pa­pers of the late Mac Grant, of Grant's Cor­ners, South Glen­garry. It was writ­ten by Mr. Grant's un­cle A.J. MacArthur, pre­sum­ably in mem­ory of a fam­ily mem­ber fol­low­ing the Bat­tle of Paschen­daele.

In Mem­ory of Don­ald A. MacArthur

When the Flan­der's rain was fall­ing And the soldiers khaki clad; Fought their way through shells apalling, One Cana­dian youth was glad; As he heard his Chief­tains' warn­ing, Look ye man o'er yon­der yale; We'll at­tack in early morn­ing, And ad­vance on Paschen­daele. He had lived the good life daily, Lived at peace with God and man; Ever meet­ing foe­man gaily; As be­came his no­ble Clan. No­ble youth of ten­der nurs­ing, Reared by par­ents fond and true,

Left your school books, donned the khaki; Clan's tra­di­tion lived in you. You have given all so freely; All that life can hold in store, Proud to die for God and Coun­try,

What could mor­tal man do more?

When our troops re­turn vic­to­ri­ous: Cheer ye not in child­ish glee, Praise our loved ones who have fallen

That our coun­try may be free.

When our le­gions reach the home­land, Ev­ery of­fi­cer, ev­ery man. May re­late the touch­ing story, Of some mem­ber of his clan; Who has nobly shed his lifeblood,

In that charge on Paschen­daele;

Heed­ing not bomb, shell, nor bay­o­net Bold Cana­dian did not fail. On the day of fi­nal Judge­ment, When the Clans again unite May God grant that we meet them,

In their golden ar­mor bright.

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