 | A Sonnet Chronicle |  |
30
To Kitchener of Khartoum
A Welcome Home. July 12th, 1902.
Come back to Britain, Britain's soldier-lord,
War-worn and desert-weary you shall hear
Wave after wave our plaudits cheer on cheer
The storm of acclamation bravely poured.
Victor by might of arms and right of word,
A double gift to grateful hearts you bear,—
The trust of men you fought with and revere—
And Peace—her olive twined about your sword.
War-worn and desert-weary you shall hear
Wave after wave our plaudits cheer on cheer
The storm of acclamation bravely poured.
Victor by might of arms and right of word,
A double gift to grateful hearts you bear,—
The trust of men you fought with and revere—
And Peace—her olive twined about your sword.
Come home, our country never can forget
How well you bore the palm branch from the Nile
To plant with fadeless honour far away:
Come home, a Greater Britain owns the debt,
The Rose and Thistle thank their Sister Isle,
One voice the Empire welcomes you to-day.
How well you bore the palm branch from the Nile
To plant with fadeless honour far away:
Come home, a Greater Britain owns the debt,
The Rose and Thistle thank their Sister Isle,
One voice the Empire welcomes you to-day.
| A Sonnet Chronicle | |