INDEX TO FIRST LINES PAGE Across a world where all men grieve, A. 'I was a "have." B. 'I was a "have-not," After the burial-parties leave, 156 135 68 Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all, 15 'Have you news of my boy Jack?' 61 He passed in the very battle-smoke, 31 I ate my fill of a whale that died, I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way, 114 PAGE If you stop to find out what your wages will be, 80 In a land that the sand overlays-the ways to her gates are untrod, Not in the thick of the fight, 143 Oh ye who hold the written clue, 93 Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, 91 The Doorkeepers of Zion, The fans and the beltings they roar round me, The first time that Peter denied his Lord, The overfaithful sword returns the user, There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet The road to En-dor is easy to tread, These were never your true love's eyes, The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part, They shall not return to us, the resolute, the 29 81 125 75 65 106 ཁྐྲ་ཟླ་བྱ 70 55 119 < INDEX TO FIRST LINES To-day, across our fathers' graves, To the Judge of Right and Wrong, Through learned and laborious years, xiii PAGE 5 35 27 112 Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose, 'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is We're not so old in the Army List, 42 48 We thought we ranked above the chance of ill, Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? . 100 |