On they march with sovereign tread,
With a starving dog behind,
With a blood-red flag ahead –
In the storm where none can see,
From the rifle bullets free,
Gently walking on the snow,
Where like pearls the snowflakes glow,
Marches rose-crowned in the van
Jesus Christ, the Son of Man.


'The Twelve' (1918)


On they march with sovereign tread, With a starving dog behind, With a blood-red flag ahead – In the storm where none can see, From the rifle...

On they march with sovereign tread, With a starving dog behind, With a blood-red flag ahead – In the storm where none can see, From the rifle...

On they march with sovereign tread, With a starving dog behind, With a blood-red flag ahead – In the storm where none can see, From the rifle...

On they march with sovereign tread, With a starving dog behind, With a blood-red flag ahead – In the storm where none can see, From the rifle...