Show K kitak 4 K K K 1 l ak t ARMISTICE i A oura ours they are those dear dead knights who won the golden siar on far french bills here in our churchyards chuich yards lying or in wars wildest wreckage still unfound in these torn piteous fields which they in dying ibave tor us all forever sanctified A we cannot hallow more that holy ground y all glory we would give them pales beside the eternal splendor ot these men who thought of the eacret ca se for which they coughl S and now the battles done they who gave all ala they alone 4 who won i in their great faith there was no dark misgiving they baw no base belt seekers don the mask of high ideals to batten on the alv sr their vision was a world secure y and just won by their victory their only task to crush one hideous foe and in sf that trust they sped with eager feet and paid the price unstinting of the last great alce ika iK 4 K K that faith they hold the peace tor which battled was pure gold and in their splendid zeal they died y unshaken y buch eacret bruty ellla their bleed bleep shall we yet mourn or wish they might awaken g to find the golden peace so far dev badea should e not rather pray that they may keep y their shining vision spotless unde y faced until the world repentant and deemed j grow to the measure ot lle one y they dreamed so let them rest they gave for us their dearest and 7 their best they keep the hollest holiest ho liest yet 01 giving our fittest tribute Is not grief and tears 3 but the same ardent vision la our S As that which shone compelling tn their eyes by death and all his dreadful fears then when at last these glorious dreamers rise the world we keep tor them might almost seem the living substances of their dream 4 charles buxton going K I 1 K i |