To the Boys Lost in Our Cruisers

Others bring much, but these had most to bring;
All hope, all dreams, life left an unrun race;
For that has death, the just and gentle king,
Now set them first in place.

Sea-children! Still, by quiet copse and close,
Safe through your service, other children play
Dear brothers are you now to all of those,
For whom you died that day.
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