THE ANZAC DEAD
Lord, I do not grudge My two strong sons, that I have seen go out To break their strength, and die, they and a few, In bloody protest for a glorious thing. They shall be spoken of among the people. And generations shall remember them And call them blessed. But I will speak their names to my own heart In the long nights; The little names,- that were familiar once Round my dead hearth. And though. I' grudge them not, I weary, weary Of the long sorrow. Yet I have my joy; My eons were faithful, and they fought.' —Pearce.
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New Zealand Times, Volume XLIII, Issue 9955, 26 April 1918, Page 7
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103THE ANZAC DEAD New Zealand Times, Volume XLIII, Issue 9955, 26 April 1918, Page 7
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