GORDON'S DEATH.

Bruce Herald, Volume XVII, Issue 1623, 27 February 1885, Page 6

GORDON'S DEATH.

So good, so just, so great, That at his birth the Heavenly Council paus'd And then at last cried ov.i " This is a man !" — Drvden. Gordon is dead ! Bid revelry be still ; hush the light song ! And softly pass the dismal word along — Gordon is dead ! The glorious star ie out, and night has come. Comrade with the dim eye and drooping headj Comrade with the low beat of muffled drum ; I pluck the cypresß branch and mourn with you, The noble heart — the man — the soldier true ! O bells, ring out a dreary knell ; O martial music, sadly play ; O voices with a requiem, swell The dirges of this mornful day I Gordon, adieu ! Darling of England's breast — her modest son First on the scroll of fame for duty done — ... Warrior, adieu ! Keßt comes at last, gcod night to sword and plume ; But the world weeps, and evermore will rue The foulest treachery of dark Khartoum. Hang low the Union Jack, far let it wave ; Gordon is gone — gone to a hero's grave ! O bells, ring out a dreary knell ; O martial music, sadly play ; O voices, with a requiem, swell The dirges of this mournful day ! Chables Umdebs. Woodhaugh, February 13.