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SONNET I
“HEROES HOMERIC”

O mighty men and conquerors of renown,
Heroes Homeric, English souls of note,
For whom our sapient trusty rulers vote
Rewards in wealth, and whom the people crown
With adulation in the decked-out town
Through which ye ride while the gay banners float
From roof and window,—what if red War smote
No more the veldt, but English field and down?
Three years to conquer one small race ye took,
Yet England deemed you worthy of high fame
And paved with gold the path by which ye came
Homeward, with ringing rein and jocund look!
At your most dire mistakes all Europe shook
With laughter, and true seers grew hot with shame.