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 P. H. B. LYON

Requiem

ET others comfort your distress

With soldier tales of simple art,

Telling his strength, his manliness,

The noble way he played his part.

You should be proud;—ah, gallant heart,

Say not that pride is comfortless.

But I have rarer words than praise,

For more than common love was mine,

And now his dear remembered ways

Are treasured in the sacred shrine

Where human mingles with divine,

A solace for the lonely days.

He battled for no worldly hire,

No stern ambition to appease,

From fight to fight his heart's desire

Was set on higher things than these—

His home beside the English seas,

And children's faces round the fire,

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