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REMEMBRANCE.

(By Lilian Wooster Greaves.)

There is a deer and distant grave

Mine eyes shall never see;

Where tides of far-off ocean lave  

A shore unknown to me.

There scarlet poppy petals fall

In silence to the sod.

There winter lays a snowy pall

On paths I never trod.

Beside that silent, sacred spot

Mine eyes shall never weep;

But faithful memory needeth not

A foreign tryst to keep.

I mourn beside no far-off grave,

My soldier dead and dear.

The precious home he died to save His monument — is here.

The land he loved — the golden chains

Of wattle in the spring;

The miracle that August rains

To plain and forest bring.  

The wild flowers like a carpet spread

Of every rainbow hue;

The gum-tree blossoms white and red

And leschenaultia's blue.

The glory when the sun shall kiss

The gold-crowned Christmas trees His great memorial is this:

That he is gone from these.

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