Gallipoli, 1917 by Enid Derham

Night falls dark on the hills where they lie alone,
The dead who died in vain on a desolate shore,
Far from the land they loved, far, far from their own,
The ranges and cities and streams that they see no more.
Dawn comes over the hills and the graves of the slain,
And a dew-bright gleam from the least little leaf is shed,
And Honour and Youth and Valour shine out again,
And Love, and the great triumphant souls of the dead.

From: Derham, Enid, “Gallipoli, 1917” in The No. 5: a magazine published by the patients and staff of No. 5 Australian General Hospital, St Kilda Road, Melbourne, Vol. 1, No. 2 (4 September 1918), p. 82.
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Date: 1918

By: Enid Derham (1882-1941)

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