At the Grave of the Unknown Warrior
Westminster Abbey, London

Thou Great Unknown!

Yet not unknown—

I feel an Angel mark'd thee ere thou fell Heroic'lly upon that muddy hell—

('Tis now a flower'd Flanders’ field):

And some day after vesper bells have peal'd, Methinks that Angel thro’ these aisles will steal

Silently, and in silence kneel Beside thee here. And thou shalt rise From out this sepulchre of stone To-fairer skies Of Paradise.

Where thou art known, Thou Great Unknown.

—Samuel Hulme Bridgford.

Young Ne Zealand has every reason to face the future with assurance of material prosperity when so much of accomplishment and preparation can catch the eye of the flying visitor; and in securing that prosperity, as in facilitating the Commerce Tour, the Railways of this country will play no small part.