THEY LIE IN FRANCE WHERE LILIES BLOOM.

New Zealand Tablet, 29 May 1919, Page 23

THEY LIE IN FRANCE WHERE LILIES BLOOM.

i They lie in France '• ■■ ■- Where lilies bloom ; r V’-’ »; r9l< P v: '- " Those flowers pale a^' r That guard each tomb : y ’ Are saintly souls ,:i;>c That ; smiling 'stand : ;-/mecn Close by them in ’ That martyred 5 land ’ ’ 1 And mutely there the long night shadows creep From quiet hills to mourn for them who sleep. While o’er them through the dusk so silently The grieving clouds that slowly drift ’’to sea,; And lately round them moaned the Winter wind ; Whose voice, lamenting, sounds so* coldly kind, Yet in their faith those waiting hearts abide'. The time when turns forever that false tide. In France they lie Where lilies bloom, Those flowers fair For them made room. Not vainly placed The crosses stand Within that brave And stricken land; Their honor lives. Their love endures, Their noble death The right assures, For they shall have their heart’s desire, They who, Unflinching, braved the fire, Aross the fields their eyes at last shall see Through clouds and mists the hosts of victory. Percival Allen, in New York Times.