Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
In Memory of Field-Marshal Earl RobertsOwen Seaman (18611936)
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Mindful of England in his latest prayer;
God, of His love, would have so fair a life
Crowned with a death as fair.
But, as of old, among his own he went,
Breathing a faith that never once grew cold,
A courage still unspent.
The face of War a wind of silence blew,
And bitterest foes paid tribute to the loss
Of a great heart and true.
For sign of worship on his warrior-bier?
What homage, could his lips but speak to-day,
Would he have held most dear?
Not vain regret for counsel given in vain;
Not pride of that high record he has left,
Peerless and pure of stain;
The land he served; a pledge above his grave
To give her even such a gift as he,
The soul of loyalty, gave.
His requiem, and the men-at-arms stand mute,
And through the mist the guns he loved so well
Thunder a last salute!