7 JANUARY 1905, Page 23

You, the heroes that fell, Now when the guns are

still Hark to the world's farewell !

Fair be your fame who fought A fight men knew to be vain! Right or wrong means nought Here where the brave lie slain.

Just P—was the cause not just ?

How could you know ? Let be ! Here is true Russian dust Laid by the Eastern sea.

Now in your shattered bold, Where the pit like a shambles reeks, Wide upon wings of gold Hear bow the silence speaks !

Long by harbour and hill

Men of your deeds shall tell,—

Men that have wished you ill, And men that have wished you well.