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General Symons
(October, 1899).
Alas, the pity of it! alas, the pain!
Left by the ebbing tide
Of his own victory, England's loss and gain,
Amid her foes he died.
Left by the ebbing tide
Of his own victory, England's loss and gain,
Amid her foes he died.
O consummation that all grief beguiles,
And death itself endears—
To float fame-wafted to the Happy Isles
Upon a nation's tears!
And death itself endears—
To float fame-wafted to the Happy Isles
Upon a nation's tears!
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