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On this new Autumn morn we strive to pay
Our homage to the Dead of yester-year.
Those soldiers of the battles far away,
In ages gone, but in our memories clear
Recall how priests with pious passion prayed
Through every land-of every faith and creed,
To bless their cause with righteous accolade
For God was on their side their cause to plead.
And so they gave their youth,their morning pride,
Marching to death and glory in the mud,
Certain that God and might were on their side,
To covenant our bright future with their blood.
Who is he there that from unseeing eyes,
With shattered,broken body,limp and torn,
Stares hard into the dream of cloudless skies
And lifeless gives new life to those unborn?
He is the foe-the devil in the dark,
He is the friend we met abroad last year,
The boy who walked his dog out in the park,
The young musician hundreds queued to hear.
The children,innocent,played safely unaware
While fathers shed their blood in duty bound
And mothers wept and cried out in despair
As loved-ones poured their lives on distant ground
Not for inglorious slaughter wreaked in war.
Not for their deaths we honour them today,
But for the lives they lived which are no more
Grant them eternal rest,O Lord, we pray.