Requiem
By
Geoffrey Wall (June, 1915)
For those who in the
turmoil of the fight
Have paid the price of
victory, and died,
Who lie upon a distant
shore, wide-eyed,
Beneath the mystery of an
Orient night,
We mourn. Yet ne'er their
service can requite,
That they should lightly
set their lives aside
So others might in
heedless safety bide,
And never know the
ravening War fiend's blight.
Yet not in vain that
final sacrifice,
For where Australia's
sons have shed their blood,
The petty bickerings,
that 'neath peaceful skies,
The people's weal, the
Nation's wealth withstood,
Shall cease; through
sorrow Unity shall rise.
There shall Australia
come to Nationhood.
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