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Show ,WW" By W. L. COURTNEY BY THE NORTH SEA Death and Sorrow and Sleep : Here where the slow waves creep, This is the chant I hear, The chant of the measureless deep. What was Sorrow to me Then, when the young life free Thirsted for joys of earth, Farfrom the desolate sea .9 What was Sleep but a rest, Giving to youth the best Dreams from the ivory gate, Visions of God manifest ? What was Death but a tale Told to faces grown pale, Worn and wasted with years-~7A meaningless thing to the hale? Death and Sorrow and Sleep : Now their sad message I keep, Tossed on the wet wind 's breath, The chant of the measureless deep. W By SIR THOMAS BROCK AID FOR THE FALLEN I OFFER my picture as a small tribute to the splendid courage and fortitude shown by the Belgian people in upholding the honour and integrity of their . country, offering as they do an example to the whole world. their when and possible, as far as sufferings their relieve to duty It is our first territory is once more free from the invaders to help them to restore their devastated cities. film/E 73 |