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THE FIRST THREE
by Scollard, Clinton [1860- ]

"Somewhere in France," upon a brown hillside,
They lie, the first of our brave soldiers slain;
Above them flowers, now beaten by the rain,
Yet emblematic of the youths who died
In their fresh promise. They who, valiant-eyed,
Met death unfaltering have not fallen in vain;
Remembrance hallows those who thus attain
The final goal; their names are glorified.
Read then the roster!—Gresham! Enright! Hay!—
No bugle call shall rouse them when the flower
Of morning breaks above the hills and dells,
For they have grown immortal in an hour,
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And we who grieve and cherish them would lay
Upon their hillside graves our immortelles!
Clinton Scollard.

Source: Project Gutenberg

Source: Project Gutenberg