SIDNEY LOW
FOR OUR DEAD
For you, the dead, beyond the sea
who gave your lives to hold us free,
By us, who keep your memory,
what can be said?
We cannot sing your praises right
Lost heroes of the endless fight -
whose souls into the lonely night
too soon have fled.
We can but honor, cherish,
bless your sacred names;
no words express
the measure of our Thankfulness,
to you, our dead.