THE FRENCH AVIATORS.
God rest you, gallant gentlemen I Where’er that rest may ,be ; If crushed upon some lonely shore, If foundered in the sea ; You threw the dice and played the game With fate most valiantly. Somewhere you keep your rendezvous, Who laughed the air to scorn; ’Twixt two eternities you flew, True to the manor born ; If death rode through the night with you God welcomed in the morn. Boast not thyself, 0 ! mighty sea ! Of widest sweep and span ; Nor air—thou vast eternity Ere yet the world began ; Earth, sky, and sea, alike shall be Conquered by conquering man. So sleep, my hardy gentlemen ! Who fared the great unknown ; Beneath the wave, somewhere your grave, By stormv winds o’erblown : The sea shall keen its secret deep, The bar shall make its moan. —J. W. Haiper, in the Hartford Times.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3830, 9 August 1927, Page 73
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142THE FRENCH AVIATORS. Otago Witness, Issue 3830, 9 August 1927, Page 73
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