My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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OUR HEROES. |
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OUR HEROES.
We blessed them for the Battle, who but marched to the Bier;
Some were riper for the Bridal—some were Fathers gray and sere;
With a kiss for Child and Wife, some went out in War's red wrack;
And to the land that gave us life, who'd grudge to give it back?
Some were riper for the Bridal—some were Fathers gray and sere;
With a kiss for Child and Wife, some went out in War's red wrack;
And to the land that gave us life, who'd grudge to give it back?
I had a gallant Brother, loved at home, and dear to me—
I have a mourning Mother, winsome Wife, and Children three—
He lies with Balaklava's dead. But let the Old Land call,
We would give our living remnant, we would follow one and all!
I have a mourning Mother, winsome Wife, and Children three—
He lies with Balaklava's dead. But let the Old Land call,
We would give our living remnant, we would follow one and all!
We speak a few weak words; but, the great hearts gone to God,
They have fought with their Swords—they passed over red-wet-shod!
While we sat at home, brave laurels for our Land they died to win;
And with smiles Valhalla lightens as our Heroes enter in.
They have fought with their Swords—they passed over red-wet-shod!
While we sat at home, brave laurels for our Land they died to win;
And with smiles Valhalla lightens as our Heroes enter in.
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They bore our banner fearless to the death, as to the fight,
They lifted England peerless to the old heroic height.
We weep not for the Heroes whom we never more shall see,—
Rather weep we were not with our England's noble Chivalry.
They lifted England peerless to the old heroic height.
We weep not for the Heroes whom we never more shall see,—
Rather weep we were not with our England's noble Chivalry.
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