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Show A SONG FOR HEROES, A song for the heroes who saw the sign And took their place in the battle lino; They were walls of granite and gates of brass; And they cried out to God, "They shall not pass!" And they hurled them back in a storm of cheers, And the sound will echo on over the years. And a song for tho end, for the glorious glor-ious end, And the soldiers marching up over the bend Of the brpken roads in gallant France, The homing of heroes, who took the j chance. Who looked, on life, -and with ejen breath Faced the winds from the gulfs of death. Their hearts are running on over the graves Over the battle-wrecks over the waves Over the scarred fields over the foam On to America on to home! II And a song for the others, the heroes slain In Argonne Forest in St Gobain In the flowery meadows of Picardy In Belgium in Italy, From brave Montello to the sea. A song for the heroes gone on ahead To join the hosts of the marching dead A song for the souls that could lightly I fling Sweet life away as a little thing. For the sake of the mighty need of earth, The need of the ages coming to birth. All praise for the daring God who gave Heroic souls that could dare tho grave. Praise for the power He laid on youth, To challenge disaster and die for truth. What greater gift can the High God ffive, Than the power to die that the truth may live! Glory" to the Lord, the Hero of Heaven, He whoso wounds in His side are seven Glory that He gathers the heroes home, Out of the red fields, out of the foam Gathers them out of the Everywhere, Into the Camp that is Over There! EDWIN MAItKHAM. |