Turning to those who stay at home and have lost loved ones, with what sympathy and deep, tender understanding does he write in "To You Who Have Lost." You may almost see a great kindly father standing by your side, his warm hand in yours as he sings: "I know! I know!-- The ceaseless ache, the emptiness, the woe-- The pang of loss-- The strength that sinks beneath so sore a cross. 'Heedless and careless, still the world wags on, And leaves me broken,... Oh, my son I my son!'" "Yea--think of this!-- Yea, rather think on this!-- He died as few men get the chance to die-- Fighting to save a world's morality. He died the noblest death a man may die, Fighting for God, and Right, and Liberty-- And such a death is Immortality." All's Well. If those who have lost loved ones "Over There" cannot be buoyed by that, I know not what will buoy them, what will comfort. Oxenham too gives us a picture of a battlefield where birds sing and roses bloom, just as do Service and several other poets who have been in the midst of the conflict. We have become familiar with this picture, but no writer yet has caught its full, eternal meaning and pressed it down into three lines for the world as has this man; in "Here, There, and Everywhere": "Man proposes--God disposes; Yet our hope in Him reposes Who in war-time still makes roses." The Fiery Cross. But this poet in his interpretation of war does not forget peace; does not forget that it is coming; does not forget that the world is hungry for it; does not forget that it is the duty of the poets and the thinking men and women of the world not only to get ready for it, but to lead the way to it. PEACE AND ITS VOICE In a remarkable poem called "Watchman! What of the Night?" we see this great heart standing sentinel on the walls of the world, watching the midnight skies red with the blaze and glow of carnage: "Watchman! What of the night? No light we see; Our souls are bruised and sickened with the sight Of this foul crime against humanity. The Ways are dark--- 'I SEE THE MORNING LIGHT!' * * * * * "Beyond the war-clouds and the reddened ways, I see the promise of the Coming Days! I see His sun rise, new charged with grace, Earth's tears to dry and all her woes efface! Christ lives! Christ loves! Christ rules! No more shall Might, Though leagued with all the forces of the Night, Ride over Right. No more shall Wrong The world's gross agonies prolong. Who waits His time shall surely see The triumph of His Constancy; When, without let, or bar, or stay, The coming of His Perfect Day Shall sweep the Powers of Night away; And Faith replumed for nobler flight, And Hope aglow with radiance bright, And Love in loveliness bedight SHALL GREET THE MORNING LIGHT." All's Well.