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CALVARY

Calvary crosses every sea.
Look on the left-hand side,
Coming from Grayshott. You will be
Close to the Crucified.
Filling my soul with dread of pangs
Sharper than spear or sword,
Facing the Headley road there hangs
Jesus, the living Lord.
Heeding no more who comes, who goes,
Deaf to the lips of Spring,
Canada's soldiers sleep in rows
Under their carven King.
Well would it be if every one
Passing should bow the head,
First for the Father's sacred Son,
Then for the cheated dead.