THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL.
Win-never truth (o<- truth Ims bled, Or generous dust to dust Hone down, Tlie world's In ight eyes of renown Are sentinelled by English dead. licuign and pitiful this hour That brings a soldier home again, In Mother Earth to hide his pain. When now beyond her healing power. For England fell the life she save. Death gives her back the child she bor* To her he conies, when all is o'er, To her. his cradle and his grave. bet man for him in silence mourn. And women weep. The warrior shares Not their lament, but onward fares, beneath his country's ensign borne. Hers was be onee, in heart and HiuL. Is he less bers, with shaded eye? boll of the drums and far-flung cry. i Of the blow n trumpet, speak for him! —H.L.D. (Dublin), in th« "Irish Times."
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Sun (Christchurch), Volume III, Issue 700, 9 May 1916, Page 6
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143THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL. Sun (Christchurch), Volume III, Issue 700, 9 May 1916, Page 6
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