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 distant wind-swept grave in the Valley of the Somme rises to vision, some noble words of René Bazin recur to me making a picture: "The loyal land, the honest land, the land of love, now moist, now parched, where one sleeps the last sleep with the lullaby wind in the shade of the Cross." The many who loved him and now grieve for him will find in his own proud lines on Parnell a fitting message—

"Tears will betray all pride, but when ye mourn him,   Be it in soldier wise, As for a captain who hath gently borne him,    And in the midnight dies....

So let him keep, where all world-wounds are healed, The silences of God."