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Upon the Death of C. D. Engineere, who died upon service to which he had no command.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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Upon the Death of C. D. Engineere, who died upon service to which he had no command.

If we those men for gallant justifie,
Who when they are commanded on, dare die:
Tell me, how glorious shall their valour stand,
That dare like Dalby, die without command?
Though order be the life of war, the sword
And bullet will not ask us for the word:
Nor did his courage know to make a pause,
When honour call'd so loud, and such a cause
As would untame a Hermit, and make room
With his own fire to meet the Martyrdome.
All that the sons of Flegm and fear can say,
Is, that he might have liv'd, and so will they,
Like earth-wormes, safe in their owne slime, and sleep
Till the last Trumpet wake'em, and then creep
Into some Blind, and wish this worthy then
Alive to hide them in some Turfes agen.
But his soul, wing'd with nobler flame, found out
Not to be active, is the way about

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To Glory, which he being fond to taste,
They are too wise that blame him for his haste.