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IN MEMORIAM: C. Le F.
Born at Grasmere, emigrated to Australia, killed in Afghanistan.
Wandering over the Cumbrian mountains,
Herding his flocks on Helvellyn's breast,
Watering sheep at the hill-side fountains,
The high young spirit could find no rest.
Herding his flocks on Helvellyn's breast,
Watering sheep at the hill-side fountains,
The high young spirit could find no rest.
Galloping over Australian meadows
On the fierce steed that he loved the best,
Only the flickering gum-tree shadows
'Twixt him and the sun, yet he found no rest.
On the fierce steed that he loved the best,
Only the flickering gum-tree shadows
'Twixt him and the sun, yet he found no rest.
Under the sky on the Afghan mountains,
With a foeman's bullet in his breast,
Dead for a draught of the hill-side fountains
To quench his fever—he lies at rest.
With a foeman's bullet in his breast,
Dead for a draught of the hill-side fountains
To quench his fever—he lies at rest.
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