THE WAR.
(In a corner of the ' Times" with this simple tit'e, and the modest signature " T," but honoured by typographical prominence, appear the following lines, which few readers will hesitate to ascribe to the laurelled pen of Alfred Tennyson.) There is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day, Storm of battle and thunder of war, Well, if it do not roll our way. Storm 1 storm! Riflemen form! Ready, be ready to meet the storm ! Riflemen, rifllemen, riflemen form ; Be not deaf to the sound that warns ! Be not gulled by a despot's plea ! Are figs of thistles, or grapes of thorns ! How should a despot set men free? Form ! form ! Riflemen form ! Ready, be ready to meet the storm ! Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form ! Let your reforms for a moment go, Look to your butts and take good aims, Better a rotten borough or so, Than a rotten fleet or a city in flames ; Form ! form ! Riflemen form ! Ready, be ready to meet the storm ! Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form ! Form, be ready to do or die! Form in Freedom's name and the Queen's ! True, that we have a faithful ally, But only the Devil knows what he means. Form ! form ! Riflemen form ! Ready, be ready to meet the storm 1 Rifltmen, riflemen, riflemen form! T. Glasgow Herald, 1 Ith May, 1859.
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Daily Southern Cross, Volume XVI, Issue 1242, 9 August 1859, Page 3
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228THE WAR. Daily Southern Cross, Volume XVI, Issue 1242, 9 August 1859, Page 3
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