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THE BOYS WHO DIED.

Broadcast on Fame's eternal heights the seed they've sown is spread, to blossom in the days and nights when you and I are dead. Nor time nor tide can ever stem the onward march they'vemade; the debt of honor due to them can never be repaid. And through a mist of blinding tears our eyes behold with pride an army marching down the years —the serried ranks who died. They need no cenotaph of stone that crumbles into dust; their glory, sot on memory's throne, is England's sacred trust. Their deeds are graven on our hearts in words that cannot fade, and God alono can.foot the bill when all its worth is weighed. They need no epitaph that thrills to blazon forth their fame, for on the Everlasting Hills the Lord has staked their claim. . And when it comes to God's "Last Post" the gates will open wide to welcome in a marching host—the serried ranks who, died. —By Hal Bbrte, in London Daily Express.

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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLVII, Issue 15159, 5 March 1920, Page 9

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169

THE BOYS WHO DIED. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLVII, Issue 15159, 5 March 1920, Page 9

THE BOYS WHO DIED. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLVII, Issue 15159, 5 March 1920, Page 9