From the hills and valleys earth Shouts back the sound of mirth, Tramp of feet and lilt of song Ringing all the road along. All the music of their going, Ringing swinging glad song-throwing, Earth will echo still, when foot Lies numb and voice mute. On marching men, on To the gates of death with song. Sow your gladness for earth`s reaping, So you may be glad, though sleeping. Strew your gladness on earth`s bed, So be merry, so be dead.
C. H. Sorley
Killed in Action 1915.
"The world is a wheel and it will all come round right."