KITCHENER
The Sirdir lives. That bit of.truck, Lost somewhere in the ocea muck, Was but a. passing phase. He came Awhile to teach the splendid game Of sacrifice, and then went home.
His brothers held the banks of Rome And fell upon the Persian sword When Xerxes thrust a bearded horde Against the Lacedemon will.
His memory will last until The waters wasE the cloud-swept hill, They do not die—such men. as he Ape scions of Eternity— The childrapi of the stars. His name Is song deep in the throat of Fame
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Thames Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 18357, 2 June 1917, Page 6
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92KITCHENER Thames Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 18357, 2 June 1917, Page 6
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