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    THE UNKNOWN.

    The body of an unknown soldier was buried with national honors in Westminster Abbey on the anniversary of Armistice Day.

    Lo, the heir of the ages comes To his own in the beat of the muffled drums, In the drooping of flags, in the cry of the pen That sobs afar to the hearts of men. Room for the conqueror! Bare the head! Here we honor our noblest dead! None shall know his name, Through the years of years; None shall speak his fame, Blind with pride of tears; Battle wheels shall rust, Battle mists shall clear, While the great mans dust Lies for ages here, Calling still and calling Through the new worlds youth: I, for honor falling, Died to save the truth. The deed is done; And the strong world swinging Under the sun Has songs for singing All the white way That never the gun Not the wild red fear May silence away. For his dust is near; And the great red sword Of his broken youth Guards holy truth. Laid in French soil in English land, He sleeps that men may understand The faith that in the last appeal Is more than flame and flying steel.

    The awful menace rose and fell; Hate lit the world with fires of Hell. Till unknown manhood, sealed to death, Broke the grey legions with a breath. His work is done. Low let him lie, While the children run Unfearing by, And the ages stand with uncovered head To honor the noblest, nameless dead.
    George Street Pseudonym of David McKee Wright N.S.W. The Bulletin, 18th November 1920, p. 14.

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