IN LOVING REMEMBRANCE OF ROBERT GLASS
MAIN STREET, CULLYBACKEY.
Prisoner of War in Germany, Died 2nd July 1918.

Oh! toll the bell with mournful notes
One kind memento of esteem
For him who died in Germany,
His home and country to redeem.

He left his home and country bright,
Though but a boy just past his teens,
And Valour won in many a fight,
Through many bloody battle scenes.

Where cannons roared with thunder shot,
And many hundred thousand fell,
There Robert stood with heart so stout,
To storm the very gates of Hell.

In nineteen hundred and sixteen,
The first July – remember well
On such an awful battle field,
The foes retreat they did compel.

Yet he was spared, while lay at rest,
Many a brave young volunteer,
As kindness filled his noble breast,
For those at home he loved so dear.

Then where his parents still reside
On leave for home and free from pain,
His aged parents filled with pride,
To see him safe once more again.

His ten days leave went quickly past,
And then “goodbye” was all he said,
They did not think his lot was cast,
To lie with the heroic dead.

On first of March, nineteen eighteen,
The foe came over unawares;
On every side our ranks were torn,
A prisoner took they Robert there.

At times for Bob, we think it best,
He had been numbered with the slain,
And laid his weary soul at rest,
Then felt the pangs of hunger pain.

For four short months had but elapsed
Let kindness ever mark his tomb
For he who gives his life gives best,
His sacrifice for all at home.

They laid his down at last to rest,
Forever far on foreign soil,
Forever free from want’s distress,
And also free from war’s turmoil.

We’ll say “Farewell” until we meet
Our earthly toils soon too will pass,
Among the bravest and the best,
We then shall meet the Robert Glass.

I know his parents will not weep,
Because the Lord will send them grace.
For safe’s the soul that He does keep
Until they meet him face to face.

William McCloy
Cullybackey