Petition to the Deil And Other War Verses: By J. Logie Robertson |
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IN MEMORY OF LIEUT. JAMES LAIDLAW HUGGAN, R.A.M.C. |
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IN MEMORY OF LIEUT. JAMES LAIDLAW HUGGAN, R.A.M.C.
September 16, 1914.
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For a particular account of the circumstances in which Dr. Huggan was killed by a shell while engaged in rescue work, the reader is referred to The First Seven Divisions, by Lord Ernest Hamilton, pp. 131, 132.
He sleeps beside the Aisne,
Where Death has closed his fair, young eyes;
The bugle's call, the shrapnel's rain,
Will waken him nowise.
Where Death has closed his fair, young eyes;
The bugle's call, the shrapnel's rain,
Will waken him nowise.
Prompt from the peaceful scene
He rose and went at duty's call:
Vainly we think what might have been—
It was his fate to fall.
He rose and went at duty's call:
Vainly we think what might have been—
It was his fate to fall.
When will this battling cease?
O, suns will set and morns will rise,
But sounds of war or songs of peace
Will waken him nowise.
O, suns will set and morns will rise,
But sounds of war or songs of peace
Will waken him nowise.
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His duty simply done,
He rests beneath a foreign sod;
His memory in our hearts lives on,
His spirit is with God.
He rests beneath a foreign sod;
His memory in our hearts lives on,
His spirit is with God.
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