There's but one gift that all our dead desire, One gift that man can give and that's a dream. Unless we too can burn with that same fire Of sacrifice, die to the little hatreds, die to greed, Die to the old ignoble selves we know, Die to the base contempt of sect and creed, And live again like those with souls as true. Nay, since they died before their task was finished, Attempt new heights, bring bigger dreams to birth: Build us a better world, not diminished By one true splendour that they left on earth. And that's not done by sword or tongue or pen: There's but one way - God make us better men.
Memorials now housed in the Church - Includes those of the St Stephen's Church and the ones from the old merged Churches of the West United Free Church and the Union U.F. Church.