| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 130. Requiescant |
| | | By Frederick George Scott |
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| IN lonely watches night by night | |
| Great visions burst upon my sight, | |
| For down the stretches of the sky | |
| The hosts of dead go marching by. | |
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| Strange ghostly banners o’er them float, | 5 |
| Strange bugles sound an awful note, | |
| And all their faces and their eyes | |
| Are lit with starlight from the skies. | |
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| The anguish and the pain have passed | |
| And peace hath come to them at last, | 10 |
| But in the stern looks linger still | |
| The iron purpose and the will. | |
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| Dear Christ, who reign’st above the flood | |
| Of human tears and human blood, | |
| A weary road these men have trod, | 15 |
O house them in the home of God!
In a Field near Ypres
April, 1915 | |
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