THE BRAVE END.
How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold. Returns, to deck their hallowed mould, She there' shall dress a tweeter i-ud Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung: There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey. To bless the turf that wraps their day, And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there — IV. Collins.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LII, Issue 15930, 29 May 1915, Page 5 (Supplement)
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83THE BRAVE END. New Zealand Herald, Volume LII, Issue 15930, 29 May 1915, Page 5 (Supplement)
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