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The King's Pilgrimage

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THE KING’S

PILGRIMAGE

PROFITS FROM THE SALE OF THIS BOOK WILL, BY HIS MAJESTY’S DESIRE, BE DISTRIBUTED AMONG THE PHILANTHROPIC ORGANIZATIONS WHICH FOR SOME TIME HAVE BEEN ASSISTING RELATIVES TO VISIT THE CEMETERIES ABROAD

“THEIR NAME LIVETH FOR EVERMORE”

TERLINCTHUN

“Standing beneath this cross of sacrifice and
facing the great stone of remembrance”

The King’s Pilgrimage

London:
Hodder and Stoughton, Limited
1922

The Imperial War Graves Commission has to acknowledge the permission of the following for the publication of the photographs which are contained in this book: Central News Agency, Graphic Photo Union, “Daily Mail,” Press Photographic Agency, “The Times,” Topical Press Agency, Lt.-Col. H. Ellissen, Mr. F. C. See, Mr. A. H. W. Brown

PRINTED IN PHOTOGRAVURE
BY
THE SUN ENGRAVING CO., LTD.
LONDON AND WATFORD

BUCKINGHAM PALACE

May 1922.

I am interested to hear of the proposed publication of the record of my pilgrimage to the War Graves.

It grieves me to think how many relatives are prevented from visiting the graves of their dear ones through lack of means. During my recent visit to the Cemeteries in France and Belgium, I was glad to learn that various organisations are endeavouring to meet this difficulty by raising funds which I trust will be substantially assisted by the sale of the book.

The King’s Pilgrimage

Our King went forth on pilgrimage
His prayer and vows to pay
To them that saved our Heritage
And cast their own away.
And there was little show of pride,
Or prows of belted steel,
For the clean-swept oceans every side
Lay free to every keel.

And the first land he found, it was shoal and banky ground
Where the broader seas begin,
And a pale tide grieving at the broken harbour mouth
Where they worked the Death Ships in:
And there was neither gull on the wing,
Nor wave that could not tell
Of the bodies that were buckled in the lifebuoy’s ring
That slid from swell to swell.

(All that they had they gave—they gave; and they shall not return,
For these are those that have no grave where any heart may mourn.)

And the next land he found, it was low and hollow ground
Where once the cities

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