The Shrine: Anzac Day, 1933

For them we have builded a temple
   To stand as a visible sign.
For them we have builded a temple,
   And set in its great heart a shrine.
Ere the dull years shall tarnish their story,
   While the spirit bides close to s yet,
We have set up a shrine to their glory,
   Lest men should forget.

We have raised up a visible temple,
   Hewn from impermanent stone;
And the spirit shall dwell in the temple;
   Yet not in the temple alone.
Lest the spirit of that great oblation,
   Eternal, transcending all pride,
Dwell, too, in the heart of their nation,
   In vain they have died.

For a holier place has enshrined them
   From treacherous time's swift decay:
A temple more hallowed has held them
   Inviolate unto today.
But the friends of their friends, too, shall perish,
   The seed of their seed shall grow old,
While for ever the flame that these cherish
   A nation must hold.

So soon do their feet grow aweary
   Of treading where glory had birth,
So soon do their souls grow aweary
   Of transient things of the earth.
And they go to the great consummating,
   The goal of their pilgrimage won,
To triumphant battalions awaiting
   They drift one by one.

When the last tired veteran totters
   From this, fame's unstable abode;
When the last tired footfall has echoed
   And died in the dust of the road;
Tho' they boast down the years of his story,
   If the spirit he left us shall fail
No shrine may envision that glory
   No temple avail.

We have builded a visible temple;
   We have set us a tangible sign
For a symbol of that truer temple,
   A mark of that holier shrine;
And nought of war's long tarnished story
   Dwells there, not of pride nor of pain,
But all that remains of their glory
   Who died not in vain.