Seager, Alexandrine – October 1916
Two years ago they sailed away,
Ten thousand men twice o’er —
The flower of young Australia… Now
They count them by the score.
We knew they’d write a story grand
Beyond the restless wave;
They’ve won eternal glory; and
To some it meant the grave.
For honour’s heights are hard to win–
The climb so stern and steep
That reaching her, same fall within
Her outstretched arms asleep
She folds then sleeping to her breast,
The gallant and the gay:
Full nobly they have earned their rest,
Though short with us their stay.
“Anzac!” Imperishable name,
Your glitt’ring glory gleams,
Immortalised in endless fame,
Like legendary dreams
Of War-god heroes of the past
Now old world grips the new,
And spirits of the mighty dead
Live, Anzac men, in you.
October 23rd 1916