Gone West

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Title:     Gone West
Author: Frank Oliver Call [More Titles by Call]

Dedicated to Lieutenant Rodolphe Lemieux,
killed in action August 29, 1918.

I do not think of them--our glorious dead--
As laying tired heads upon the breast
Of a kind mother to be lulled to rest;
I do not see them in a narrow bed
Of alien earth by their own blood dyed red,
But see in their own simple phrase--Gone West--
The words of knights upon a holy quest,
Who saw the light and followed where it led.

Gone West! Scarred warrior hosts go marching by,
Their longing faces turned to greet the light
That glows and burns upon the western sky.
Leaving behind the darkness of the night,
The long day over and the battle won,
They seek for rest beyond the setting sun.

[The end]
Frank Oliver Call's poem: Gone West

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