GALLIPOLI

Dominion, Volume 10, Issue 3060, 23 April 1917, Page 4

GALLIPOLI

Tho years have doubly crowned them Whom Valour crowned that day, When War's red legions found them ■ True men at Anzac Bay. Oh! if in Death's swift reaping Such men were steeped in dreams .. To lie, for over sleeping, ■ Maybe to them it seems, The hills where they are resting Are like the hills at home, Grey ramparts ever breasting ■ The charging lines of foam. The. years have soothed the yearning Of those.who fell, yet live, Whoso eyes are ever turning . To where the sea-winds give A soft-lipped-ocean greeting To crosses white that riseWhere mountain peaks are meeting Ihe cloud-ranks of the skies— Where hills their boldness -borrowFrom hills beyond the sea. , . Our sorrow is one sorrow, ; : ' ■ One word—Gallipoli. The bitterness of battle Is theirs, who scatheless came Through War's benumbing rattle And, thunder-clouds and flame— They fight on plains of Flanders, They dio in vales of France. Maybe, in dreams, one wanders ' Where sweepiug sea-birds glance ■: Abreast of cliff that towers ; ■ Above the sea-blue rare, And sees the starry flowers And loom of Siiri Bair. The years shall crown arid.crown them, Their honour grow- arid grow, The far-flung lands that own .them Increase in pride to know That here an Empire, scattered, Wns welded in one deed, One glowin? tiling that mattered, A thing by God decreed. \ In British Innds forever, This epic there shall be, Of stern, sublime endeavour, And grief—Gallipoli! WILL LAWSON. Wellington, April 22.