Adapted with permission from Arqois\' poem \'No Flowers\'
Tune: Melita
(\'Eternal Father, strong to save\')
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Late on the night January frost
I watched my husband pay the cost
Final, they brought him wreaths and song
They crowned his rest, they called it strong
But I cannot forget the ground
Where no flowers bloom nor bells sound
Romanov children, stripped and slain
Bodies hid in Siberian rain
Graveless, cancelled, rubbed from unscrolled
Page, their name there they not enrolled
Yet their voices against the rage
Cry, not remembered on life\'s page
No cenotaph, nor marble stone
Unperturbed, unmarked, overgrown
And I the widow dare not tell
My comrades of this though of Hell
What if the Faith they thought to kill
Still tolls its bell, relentless still
For one is celebrated, see
With banners unfurled, joy there be
Whild others are banished from this
World with no comforts and no bliss
Yet stars above, with hostile light
Judge both alike in endless night