Those who go down into silence….
There is no silence in their going down,
Although their grave-turf is not wet with tears,
Although grief passes by them, and renown
Has garnered then to glory for the years.
The cloud of war moves on, and men forget
That empires fall. We go our heedless ways
Unknowing still, uncaring still, and yet
The very dust is clamorous with their praise.
There is no silence in their going down,
Although their grave-turf is not wet with tears,
Although grief passes by them, and renown
Has garnered then to glory for the years.
The cloud of war moves on, and men forget
That empires fall. We go our heedless ways
Unknowing still, uncaring still, and yet
The very dust is clamorous with their praise.
Ada M Harrison
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