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 Jean Bleivett

Ere vet this glory clothed thee like a dream, Kindled to lip a thousand beauties fair?

Nay, grandeur is thine own staunch and immoved Thou standest forth a splendid monument To her, the brave, the steadfast, the beloved Who sleeps upon a foreign shore, content.

A monument the years will not efface

A speaking monument that will extoll

A woman s tenderness, and truth, and grace,

The strength and courage of a woman s soul.

The Rose of Sunset steals away to sleep, And, following in her train of palest gold, Are soft-veiled, fleecy clouds like flocks of sheep That hurrying go to find some far-off fold.

Above Mount Cavell mark the shadows grey, Shot through with one great opal tinted bar; And just between the darkness and the day Gleams down upon the hills one silver star.

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