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[Page 23]
[See image for drawing of flags]
Heroes of Anzac.
By W. P. Sparkes.
Silently we moved along
To leave your sandy shores!
From valley and from ridge
The tramp of feet and muffled beat
Echoed like a deathless march
Of heroes that had gone to rest
For the Empire and one's loved best.
Did those heroes hear our tramp
As past their graves we went?
Full many a one looked up to see
A spirit hovering here and there,
And our hearts were full
As we gave one glance, and then
Passed on to take our chance.
Memory oft brings us back again
To the days that are passed and gone,
To the battles that were bravely fought,
And victories so dearly bought;
Who can tell if our heroes still sleep
On wide open plains or valleys deep,
Or do their spirits o'er those rugged ridges creep,
Are our heroes keeping their deathless post,
Waiting for the sound of tramping hosts.
And the booming of guns and land alarms,
To tell of the end when we shall come,
To relieve them from duty nobly done;
None can say but the brave who fell,
As the great judgment book must plainly tell.
The above was written a few nights before leaving Gallipoli by Quarter-master-sergeant W. P. Sparkes, of Brisbane