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Let us bring pungent wreaths of balsam, and tender

Tendrils of wild-flowers, lovelier for thy daring,

And deck a sylvan shrine, where the maple parts

The moonlight, with lilac bloom, and the splendour

Of suns unwearied; all unwithered wearing

Thy valour stainless in our heart of hearts. Duncan Campbell Scott

TO SOME WHO HAVE FALLEN

O you were David's father,

And he was your only son,

And the new-cut peats are rotting

And the work is left undone,