"LORD ROBERTS."
He passed in the very battle-smoke , Of the war he had descried; Three hundred miles of cannon spoke When the Master-Gunner idied. He passed to the very sound of the guna But before Mb eye grew dim, He had seen the faces of the sons Whose sires had served with him. He had touched their sword-hilts and greeted each, With the old sure word of praise, i And there was virtue in touch and speech, Ab it had been in old days.
So be dismissed them and took his rest And the steadfast spirit went foith Between the adoring East and West And the tireless guns in the North, Clean, simple, valiant, well-beloved, Flawless in faith and flame, Whom neither ea3e nor honors moved A hair's breadth from his aim. Never again the war-wise face, The weighed and urgent word That pleaded in the market-place— Pleaded, and was not heard! Yet from his life a new life springs, Through all the hosts to come, Ans Glory is the least of things That follow this man home. —Rudyard Kipling.
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Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 195, 26 January 1915, Page 3
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