- South of the Line, inland from far
Durban,
- A mouldering soldier lies - your
countryman.
- Awry and doubled up are his gray bones,
- And on the breeze his puzzled phantom
moans
- Nightly to clear Canopus: 'I would know
- By whom and when the
All-Earth-gladdening Law
- Of Peace, brought in by that Man
Crucified,
- Was ruled to be inept, and set aside?
- And what of logic or of truth appears
- In tacking "Anno Domini" to
the years?
- Near twenty-hundred liveried thus have
hied,
- But tarries yet the Cause for which He
died.'
