Here you will find the Poem The Dead of poet John Le Gay Brereton
Hail and farewell to those who fought and died, Not laughingly adventurous, nor pale With idiot hatred, nor to fill the tale Of racial selfishness and patriot pride, But merely that their own souls rose and cried Alarum when they heard the sudden wail Of stricken freedom and along the gale Saw her eternal banner quivering wide. Farewell, high-hearted friends, for God is dead If such as you can die and fare not well If when you fall your gallant spirit fail. You are with us still, and can we be adread Though hell gape, bloody-fanged and horrible? Glory and hope of us who love you, Hail!
