OUR NOBLE DEAD

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LX, Issue 17077, 3 September 1917, Page 2

OUR NOBLE DEAD

. : ■» Bury the dead, beloved dead, Reverently be it done; Father, brother, husband, loverEach one some mother's son. «> ■ Bury the dead, our honoured dead. Beneath a foreign sky; No marble stone doth mark the Spot Where our brave heroes lie. Bury the dead, our gallant dead, Out in the ocean deep; The rolling waves sing funeral hymns Where our brave heroes sleep., Bury the dead, our noble dead, AVho've fallen in the fight For honour, country, home, and King, For liberty and right. Our men in khaki and in blue Have done their duty well; Of brave deeds done, of victories won Shall children's children tell. Calmly they leep, life's trials o'er, Brave men of many a race Brothers-all, when death has clasjpec Them close in its embrace. Bury the dead, our gallant dead, They died that we might live; The Master said, a greater gift No mortal man could give. —A. i.i.athieson Garriock.