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 Owen E. McGillicuddy

A member of the staff of the Daily Star, Toronto. Born in Goderich, Ontario, May 21st, 1887. The eldest son of the late Daniel McGillicuddy, a former President of the Canadian Press Association. Author of The Little Marshal and Other Poems.

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��THE SONS OF CESAR SERVE

ROM mountain peak to mountain peak Methought I heard a swelling song, A song that cheered the small and weak, Prom hearts that sought to right a wrong:

We are the sons of Caesar,

The sons of a nobler Rome : We fight to conquer Freedom s foe: We strive that all the world may know The blood of Caesar yet doth flow Through veins of those who joyful go To strike a strong and mighty blow

The sons of Ccesar serve!

We are the sons of Caesar,

The sons of a nobler Rome : Our storied past hath taught us well, And while midst sound of shot and shell The blood of Caesar yet doth tell, God keep us from the wiles of hell And savage boastings help us quell-

The sons of Ccesar serve!

We are the sons of Caesar,

The sons of a nobler Rome : May all the world be some day free From pain and guilt and misery, The blood of Caeear calls on Thee, Once nailed to the shameful tree, Lord Jesu see our agony

The sons of Casar serve!

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