THE UNKNOWN.

Otago Witness, Issue 3804, 8 February 1927, Page 74

THE UNKNOWN.

I do not understand .... . They bring so many, many flowers to me— Rainbows o£ roses, wreaths from every land; And hosts of solemn strangers come to see My tomb here on these quiet, wooded heights. My tomb hers seems to be One of the sights. The low-voiced men, who speak Of me quite fondly, call me The Unknown: But now and then at dusk, Madonna-meek, Bent, mournful mothers come to me alone And whisper down —the flowers and grasses through— Such names as “Jim” and “John” ... I wish they knew. — And once my sweetheart came. She did not—nay, of course she could not —know, But thought of me, and crooned to me the name She called me by—how many years ago A very precious name. Her eyes were wet, Yet glowing, flaming so . . . She won't forget! .■ E. O. Laughlin, in the Ladies’ Home Journal.