At_Last

Soldier's Requiem G.F.E. McGuiness

To dismal graves We lower our dead. Give them our weary thanks.

King George still raves Therefore, I dread Still more will join their ranks.

Our hopes are raised On a field of green While soldiers bear the strains Composed of consciousness of rights, Of wrongly gathered gains.

It's a shame But we must stand To give our all for all.

Blinded, lame, Hand to hand, We cry, in killing, call . .

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