NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1916

By Norah Mary Holland

Gregory fell beside the Marne,

And John where flows the Aisne;

But here to-night, ere midnight chime,

We three shall meet again.

Though land and sea lie wide between,

Their ghosts this way shall win,

For, three true men, we made a bond

To watch the New Year in.

We made it on a Flanders field

Where white the shell-smoke ran;

And who is Death to break the faith

That man has pledged to man?

Then draw their chairs beside the fire

And brim their cups with wine;

For ere the bells of midnight swing

Their hands shall clasp with mine.

Though Gregory lies where Marne runs down,

And John beside the Aisne,

Living and dead, ere midnight chime,

We three shall meet again.