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Rh Our bayonets glinting in the sun,

Our faces fierce and white,

With sobbing breath and staring eye,

Yet bright with battle-light.

Then shouted Sergeant-Major Jones—

"On, lads, and follow me!"

We gave a hoarse and broken cheer

And swept to VICTORY.

Right through that belch of roaring death,

Amidst the fiery drench,

Hacked through their wire-entanglement,

And leaped and took the trench.

The Guerdon

HE dews that descend with the dawning;

The stars that are smitten by light,

At Phoebus' feet fainting and fawning;

The flowers that unfold in delight;

The lark who a lyric is trilling

O'er woodland and hollow and hill;

The streams who their fountains are filling,

No peace can instil.

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