THE TORCH
This is the Chapel: here, my son, Your father thought the thoughts of youth, And heard the words that one by one The touch of Life has turned to truth. Here in a day that is not far. You too may speak with noble ghosts Of manhood and the vows of war You made before the Lord of Hosts. To set the Cause above renown. To love the game beyond the prize. To honour, while you strike him down, The foe that comes with fearless eyes; To count the life of battle good, And dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood That binds the grave of all the earth——Henry Newbolt, in his poem “Clifton Chapel.”
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Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21194, 17 August 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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122THE TORCH Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21194, 17 August 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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