ANZACS IN THE MALL.
Tho bronze-faced men go trooping by, Tanned by a Bei-cer-burning sun Than shines in England's April sky, And thoughts of high deed's nobly done Rise in our hearts as these go past, And Anzac's glories in the fray, Tales that shall live while life shall last, Are heard on every lip to-day. These be the men who faced unmoved Death's shrieking tempest, and who bore So brave a front, untried ; unproved, That never laurels soldier wore Shone brighter than the glorious crown They won in those red shambles there, Fit emblem to be handed down To valour's son and freedom's heir. Far off the shell-wrecked ridges keep The thousand graves of those who fell, Who sleep the everlasting sleep Of those who vanquished death and hell. They died, but we shall not forget, And through the roar and crash of cheers There sounds a reverence deeper yet, Too full for speech, too proud for tears. —Touchstone, in London " Daily Mail/'
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11732, 23 June 1916, Page 4
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