A single purpose, knit with twofold seal Wo hoped and prayed might forge an edge so keen, Which, blunting not before fanatic Would pave the way to triumphs yet unseen.
The ancient realm which once 6o firmly stood Was swaying, tottering; ere it proved too late Yo swore to save if human effort could But stay the torrent of a heathen hate.
Ye made the venture, tried to stem the tide Which onward swept, though fearlessly, ye warned, The prophet's dream, if evil, woe betide Trua words offend the ear, 60 yours were scorned.
And so ye died, and nations mourn you dead Far West weeps o'er the ded Far East hath wrought, And scans with horror each uplifted head, The price of peace, as yet not full; bought. 2
But far beyond the gates which saw crime, Whera'er men live, oF poets vaunt their skill, Your praise shall ring, until perhaps, in time,
will.
will in death bear out your living And till that time, when joy will reign supreme, Rest on, and take the weary soul's reward, True, true till death; can ought more fitting seem As sacrifice acceptable to The Lord?
Far, far into the ages shall your fame Stand, even as the hills that hide your grave.
Though fall your murderers in dis honoured shame, Your names shall live, as those who died to save.
Bo now bow we a tender last goodbye, And forcing back the far too ready tear, We pour, as pledge of love which cannot dio, One cup of simple wine before the bier:
The past comes back, we see happier And laugh once more, a laugh which brings the pain, As recollection proves you fat away, While we, alas still grope midst storm and rain, Nanking, @th December:
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.