The British Library's Imaging department has filled my order, it was delivered today. From which photocopy, the following.

LAMENT FOR EDITH CAVELL

by Murdoch Maclean

Winds of the dawning, low by her grave
Sigh for the fallen, fearless and brave;
Out in the greyness, lonely and dread,
Waves of the ocean sob for the dead.

Honour and Freedom fled in the night,
Thou wert their glory, thine was their light;
Rest to the faithful -- rest till the day,
Tears of a nation hallow thy clay.

Fainting they bound thee pale in the morn,
Martyr'd the laid thee bleeding and torn,
Calmly unyielding, steadfast and tried
All for thy country guiltless thou died.

Proudly thy story ages shall trace
Martyr of Belgium born of our race --
Wrapt in thy slumber rest till the day,
Tears of a nation hallow thy clay!


Presumed date 1917.
Published in Stirling by Eneas Mackay.