ANZAC DAY.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 8, 7 May 1920, Page 2

ANZAC DAY.

Come, brothers, let this be our day of days ; Strange wmrds this day shall be our pride and boast; Anzac, Looe Pine, the Apex, and Quinn's Post : Now, when the yellowing poplar darts her rays Down the long silence of our woodland ways, Remember as yon parched, eliffguarded coast, The thirst, the wire, the flies, the crowded host. The uproarious ba-thing in those perilous bays. Let us, while tlianking God for this good land, In whose great peace and beauty we do dwell, Make in our tasks this day a holy praise ; And, turning eyes and mind to that far strand, Say before Him: "There our beloved fell ; There onr beloved fell in the Great Cause!"