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New Zealand Herald, Volume LX, Issue 18553, 10 November 1923, Page 11

LONDON STONE. . . —. --«»> —- When you come to London town (Grieving — grieving!) Bring your flowers and lay them down At the place of grieving. When you come to London stone (Grieving — grieving!) Bow your head and' mourn your own, With the others grievingFor those minutes let it wake— (Grieving — grieving All the empty heart and ache That isn't cured by grieving. For those minutes, tell no lie: (Grieving — grieving !) "Grave this is thy victory; And the sting of death is grieving.** Where's our help from earth or heaven (Grieving — grieving !) To comfort us for what we've given And only gained the grieving? Heaven's too far and earth too near (Grieving — grieving!) But our neighbour's standing here Grieving as we're grieving. What's his burden every day? (Grieving — grieving!) Nothing man can count or weigh But loss and love's own grieving. What's the lie betwixt us two (Grieving — grieving!) That must last our whole life through? "As I suffer so do you.** That may ease the grieving. Rudyard Kipling. (Copyright 1923 by Rudyard Kipling in tha U.5..-v.) This poem was written by Mr. Kipling fo- the Cenotaph ceremonial in London on Armistice Day. A copy was handed by Mr. Kipling to the Australian and New Zealand Press Association, and wa* received ! by cable last night.