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Ensign Epps, at the battle of Flanders, Sowed a seed of glory and duty That flowers and flames in height and beauty Like a crimson lily with heart of gold, To-day, when the wars of Ghent are old And buried as deep as their dead commanders.

Ensign Epps was the color-bearer,— No matter on which side, Philip or Earl; Their cause was the shell—his deed was the pearl. Scarce more than a lad, he had been a sharer That day in the wildest work of the field. He was wounded and spent, and the fight was lost; His comrades were slain, or a scattered host. But stainless and scatheless, out of the strife. He had carried his colors safer than life. By the river's brink, without weapon or shield, He faced the victors. The thick-heart mist (41)