( WADHAM) [3rd Batt. Sherwood Foresters, attached
R.F.C. Died of wounds, April 29, 1917]LAST POEM Through vast Realms of air we passed On wings all-whitely fair. Sublime On speeding wing we climb Like an unfettered Thing, Away Height upon height; and play In God's great Lawns of Light. And He Guides us safe home to see The Fields He bade us roam.
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