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282 A yet more irresistible call to action than Morris's chivalrous love of comrades was the martyrdom of Belgium. Flight Sub-Lieutenant Frank Lewis was a boy of nineteen when he was killed in France in an air battle. The call that drew him out to France is in the second of two sonnets on 'Belgium, 1914' that he wrote in the first months of the war, while he was still at Marlborough:

This was the cry, too, that Reginald Freston heard and could not but answer:

Suppose, as some have done, I had made excuse,

I, who am poor,