| 1 |
 |
“...IN MEMORIAM
BY RUDOLPH SCHWAB.
Let not the muffled drum, nor slow and solemn knell.
Mourn for our comrade who has passed away;
Nor rain hot tears upon his mortal clay.
Furl not the flag, nor let your sorrow swell,
Let not your dull and dismal dolour dwell;
The International I Come comrades, play!
Salute! The scarlet standard raise today!
He served, he led; he served and led us well.
Catch up his flaming torch and hold it high!
Forward! The dizzy heights are yet unsealed;
Roll drums! Close ranks! March on! Resume the road!
We cry not out for help, we need no goad;
Ere ebon night to silver dawn has paled
Our scarlet standard from the peak shall fly....”
|
|
