A TRIBUTE TO THE LATE EARL ROBERTS.
“ I must go and see the Indians; it is the most useful thing I can do at the moment.” When the news of his death reached the trenches many of the old-timers broke down, sobbing bitterly. Dry your tears, ye vet’ran soldiers, Tho’ we love to see them fall, Love to see our hero honoured With that richest dower of all. Sixty years he moved among you, Great of purpose, strong of will; Wedding to a dauntless courage Talent, genius, force, and skill. Clearest-judgment, keenest vision. Marked each duty to be done. Wisdom guided every action. Honour crowned each step he won. England saw his wealth of power To her altar brought complete, Saw his noble manhood's vigour Laid in service at her feet. Still a richer gift he gave her In the large and loving heart That awakened in each soldier Deep desire to do his part. For the honour of his manhood, To attain the highest end, Gallant leader, great commander. Genial comrade, faithful friend. Dry your tears, he’s gained new honours In the service of his King, Be your glory that death found him “ Doing the most useful thing.” —J. M. Winton, November, 1914.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3169, 9 December 1914, Page 65
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204A TRIBUTE TO THE LATE EARL ROBERTS. Otago Witness, Issue 3169, 9 December 1914, Page 65
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