James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
September 20Alma
By Richard Chenevix Trench (18071886)
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Alma, roll those waters proudly, proudly roll them to the sea.
Now thou art a voice for ever, to the world’s four corners blown.
And a star forever shining in their firmament of fame.
Little streamlet, knows no magic, boasts no potency like thine;
Cannot lend the light thou lendest to the memories of the dead.
When the first strong burst of anguish shall have wept itself away—
By the Alma, at the winning of that terrible hillside.’
Who beneath thy vines and willows on their hero-beds repose,
Shalt, where other fields are winning, wave above the brave and bold:
By that twentieth of September, when the Alma’s heights were won.
Alma, roll thy waters proudly, proudly roll them to the sea.