Poems (Kennedy)/Those Far Off Graves
THOSE FAR OFF GRAVES
DEAD! our gallant sons who went to fight Along that far-flung battle line Where lights of Glory ever shineLike beckoning signals through the night, And Valor counts the toll.
Asleep forever 'neath the skies Of foreign lands, and yet we feel— Though long sea leagues between us reel—The self-same stars above us rise, Watching all silently.
It matters not if o'er those graves The golden gorse of Scotland grows Or France her lilied symbol shows,For Victory's unseen banner waves Its answer to the stars.
And in our souls is this clear creed: That God knows where our dead are laid! And we wait on, all unafraid,For in His love He has decreed That Fame will not forget.