BDR. A. McGibbon, Killed June 10, 1915
What can we say? The kindest phrases mar
The heartfelt sympathy we feel
For those who in thir sorrow kneel
To mourn their loss. Our word but jar
In trite expressions. To his dear afar
In clinging strands of bonds of human grief
We twine for him and them the ru and laurel leaf
Call him not dead. For without stain
His name all-glorious purged of earthly stain
We cherish lovingly; not all in vain
The sacrifice. Sleep on, brave heart, our loss
Is softened by our pride; though freedoms gain
For thee and thine is shadowed by a cross.
ANZAC, July 20, 1915
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