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To the Hero of Kimberley
February 16th, 1900
Britain sends to her hero greeting:
Thrice has filled and has failed the moon,
But you it is who have kept hearts beating
Brave in the leaguer, at night and noon:
Sprung from Lincolnshire, nursed in Devonshire,
Yours is a name that shall not fade soon.
Thrice has filled and has failed the moon,
But you it is who have kept hearts beating
Brave in the leaguer, at night and noon:
Sprung from Lincolnshire, nursed in Devonshire,
Yours is a name that shall not fade soon.
Kekewich! you thro' the storm and smother,
A hundred days with their hundred ills,
You welded the white to his black-faced brother,
You cheered their spirit, confirmed their wills,
Slept by snatches and kept your watches, and
Saved the Town of the Diamond Hills.
A hundred days with their hundred ills,
You welded the white to his black-faced brother,
You cheered their spirit, confirmed their wills,
Slept by snatches and kept your watches, and
Saved the Town of the Diamond Hills.
Kekewich! even the dead rejoice now,
Kimberley riflemen, men of the rose
He, too, the gallant,
tho' hushed his voice now,
First to flame from your gate on the foes;
Heroes, a crowd of them, Britain is proud of them,
Yea, as she thanks you, she thinks upon those.
Kimberley riflemen, men of the rose
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First to flame from your gate on the foes;
Heroes, a crowd of them, Britain is proud of them,
Yea, as she thanks you, she thinks upon those.
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