At
____________________
the
ridge
emerges
massed
and
dun
In
the
wild
purple
of
the
glow'ring
____________________
,
Smouldering
through
spouts
of
drifting
____________________
that
shroud
The
menacing
scarred
slope
;
and
,
____________________
by
one
,
Tanks
creep
and
topple
forward
to
the
wire
.
The
barrage
roars
and
lifts
.
Then
,
clumsily
bowed
With
____________________
and
guns
and
shovels
and
battle
-
gear
,
Men
jostle
and
climb
to
,
meet
the
bristling
____________________
.
Lines
of
grey
,
muttering
faces
,
masked
with
____________________
,
They
leave
their
____________________
,
going
over
the
top
,
While
____________________
ticks
blank
and
busy
on
their
wrists
,
And
hope
,
with
furtive
eyes
and
grappling
fists
,
Flounders
in
mud
.
O
____________________
,
make
it
____________________
!
