<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">To Our Dead.</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Sleep</span> well, heroic souls, in silence sleep,</p><p class="line">Lapped in the circling arms of kindly death!</p><p class="line">No ill can vex your slumbers, no foul breath</p><p class="line">Of slander, hate, derision mar the deep</p><p class="line">Repose that holds you close. Your kinsmen reap</p><p class="line">The harvest you have sown, while each man saith</p><p class="line">"So would I choose, when danger threateneth,</p><p class="line">Let my death be as theirs," we dare not weep.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">For you have scaled the starry heights of fame,</p><p class="line">Nor ever shrunk from peril and distress</p><p class="line">In fight undaunted for the conqueror's prize;</p><p class="line">Therefore your death, engirt with loveliness</p><p class="line">Of simple service done for England's name,</p><p class="line">Shall shine like beacon-stars of sacrifice.</p></div><p class="byline">W. L. COURTNEY.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/></p></body></html> · Great War