THE DEAD VOLUNTEER
Here lies a clerk who half his life had _' spent Toiling at ledgers in a city grey, Thinking that so his days would drift away With no lance broken in life's tournament : But ever 'twist the books and his bright eyes The gleaming eagles of tho legions • came, And horsemen charging under phantom skies Went thundering past beneath tho orifiamme. And now those waiting dream 6 are satisfied, For in the end ho heard tho bugle call, And to his country then ho ' gave his ' all When in the first high hour of life he died. And falling thus, ho wants no recompense > Who fouud his battle in the last resort ; Nor needs he any • hearse to bear him bonce Who goes to join tho men of Agincourt.
.—Xanthus, in the "Spectator."
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Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2271, 3 October 1914, Page 5
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135THE DEAD VOLUNTEER Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2271, 3 October 1914, Page 5
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