Volume 159 — BEFORE THE CENOTAPH
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November 11th, 1920.
Not with dark pomp of death we keep their day, Theirs who have passed beyond the sight of men, O'er whom the autumn strews its gold again, And the grey sky bends to an earth as grey; But we who live are silent even as they While the world's heart marks one deep throb; and then, Touched by the gleam of suns beyond our ken, The Stone of Honour crowns the trodden way. Above the people whom they died to save Their shrine of sleep is set; abideth there No dust corruptible, nought that death may have; But from remembrance of the days that were Rises proud sorrow in a resistless wave That breaks upon the empty sepulchre. D. M. S.