Leslie Coulson Poems
- Judgment So be it, God, I take what Thou dost give, And ...
- ..But A Short Time To Live Our little hour,—how swift it ...
- The Rainbow Watch the white dawn gleam, To the thunder of ...
- From The Somme In other days I sang of simple things, Of ...
- The God Who Waits The old men in the olden days, Who thought...
- Who Made The Law ? Who made the Law that men should die in ...
- From An Outpost I've tramped South England up and down Down...
Leslie Coulson was a journalist and poet. He served in Gallipoli and on the Western Front during the First World War, until his death during fighting on the Somme in October 1916.
Born in Kilburn Coulson's early career saw him become a well-known pre-war journalist, eventually attaining a position as assistant editor of the Morning Post.
With the arrival of war in Europe in August 1914 Coulson was prompt in volunteering to serve as a ranker with the Royal Fusiliers within the space of a month. He set sail on Christmas Eve 1914 for Malta. He was never to return.
He became ill with mumps before he saw active service.
Coulson penned his first war poem ... more »
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So be it, God, I take what Thou dost give,
And gladly give what Thou dost take away.
For me Thy choice is barren days and grey.
Unquestioning Thy ordered days I live,
I do not seek to sift in Reason's sieve -
Thou rangest far beyond our Reason's sway.
We are but poor, uncomprehending clay,
For Thou to mould as Thou dost well conceive.
But when my blanched days of sorrow end,
And this poor clay for funeral is drest,
Then shall my soul to Thy Gold Gate ascend,
Then shall my soul soar up and summon Thee
To tell me why. And as Thou answerest,
So shall I ...