WHERE THEY SLEEP
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears:
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the joe.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are knoivn to the night.
They shall not groiv old, as » we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, ~ nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. —LAURENCE BIN YON
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Waikato Times, Volume 113, Issue 18928, 24 April 1933, Page 5
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183WHERE THEY SLEEP Waikato Times, Volume 113, Issue 18928, 24 April 1933, Page 5
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