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Notes - (VERSO)


Had fought the battle of his native land
Bravely and well; the slender boyish form
Was ever in the thickest battle storm;
His was the dauntless spirit all to dare,
Duty or danger called – and he was there.
But Death’s fell minion well-fulfilled its part
And sheathed itself too near that brave young heart,
And far from Albion’s wave-encircled shore
Her soldier hero fell to rise no more.
There, too, his comrades at the close of day
Found him as in his own lifes blood blood he lay


From "The Last Prayer."