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The young dead soldiers do not speak
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them
They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts
They say:

Young are our
Like babies they
The wombs they blest
Not healed

Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die

In a southern forest gloomy and old,
So lately the scene of a terrible fight,
A soldier, alone in the dark and cold,
Is keeping the watch tonight

Breathe not a whisper here;
The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;
In silence gather near this upheaved mound -Around the soldier's bier
Here Liberty may weep,

"When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,
An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the breeze - Jist a bit o' 'Bonnie Mary' or 'Long Way to Tipperary' -Then I know I'm in Australia, took an' planted overseas

ME, thou gray and fragrant Sabbath-day,
To deathless love and valor dedicate
Glorious with the richest flowers of May,
With early roses, lingering lilacs late,