The Mourner
Soldier, I am bereft, and words are done: The longing time is past; no need to standWith straining ears and hands to grasp the news; You lie. dear answering heart, in that far land.
But. memory's softening aid will stay my pain; One thought my breaking sorroio halts and charms. One thought, that I forever shall be glad And proud that once I held you in my arms. —Cretan.
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Auckland Star, Volume LXXII, Issue 211, 6 September 1941, Page 6
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71The Mourner Auckland Star, Volume LXXII, Issue 211, 6 September 1941, Page 6
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