THE INVINCIBLES
O men and women of England, Salt of a stricken earth, How shall wo fathom your spirit, How shall we count your worth? Seeing no tears in your travail, Hearing no cry in your pain, Wo of the blood stand silent. Knowing our praise is vain. But here, on the holy tablets, Deep graven, within the shrines Of hearts that are yours for ever, The tale of your glory shines. See! Over the wrath-strewn waters There come from the outer lands Arms that would fold your children, Hands that would grasp your hands. * * * * On through the darkness, greathearts, Fight the good fight; and know Wo are one with you till the dawn shall
come And tho trumpets of victory blow
—William Tainsh, in tho Melbourne ‘ Argus.’
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Evening Star, Issue 23693, 28 September 1940, Page 4
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128THE INVINCIBLES Evening Star, Issue 23693, 28 September 1940, Page 4
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