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Rh To "My People," before the "Great Offensive"

ARK with uncertainty of doubtful doom

The future looms across the path we tread;

Yet, undismayed we gaze athwart the gloom,

Prophetically tinged with hectic red.

The mutterings of conflict, sullen, deep,

Surge over homes where hopeless tears are shed,

And ravens their ill-omened vigils keep

O'er legions dead.

But louder, deeper, fiercer still shall be

The turmoil and the rush of furious feet,

The roar of war shall roll from sea to sea,

And on the sea, where fleet engages fleet.

The fortunate who can, unharmed, depart

From that last field where Right and Wrong shall meet.

If then, amidst some millions more, this heart

Should cease to beat,—

Mourn not for me too sadly; I have been,

For months of an exalted life, a King; 104