Steep is the path and dark the way,
Yet great deeds, these our legacy,
To us are given, that they may
Make sweet long years that are to be.
Dark sorrow in her gloomy pall
(In those grim days of yesteryear),
Enwrapt us, stole from one and all
The speeding words of hope and cheer.
Yet one thing could she not destroy!
The glory that remains our fame;
She stole our hope, she stole our joy --
She gave us an immortal name.
The Anzacs! Evermore our pride
Though friends, though fortune all depart,
And life itself-their names abide,
Enshrined within a nations heart.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 29 April 1933
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
Yet great deeds, these our legacy,
To us are given, that they may
Make sweet long years that are to be.
Dark sorrow in her gloomy pall
(In those grim days of yesteryear),
Enwrapt us, stole from one and all
The speeding words of hope and cheer.
Yet one thing could she not destroy!
The glory that remains our fame;
She stole our hope, she stole our joy --
She gave us an immortal name.
The Anzacs! Evermore our pride
Though friends, though fortune all depart,
And life itself-their names abide,
Enshrined within a nations heart.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 29 April 1933
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
