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ERO of tender age,

Scarce had you turned a page

Of the fair Book of Life, ere it was ended:

As bud by autumn nipped,

Closed Youth's sweet manuscript,

Dust once again to dust descended.

Called from the sheltered peace

Of naval colleges,

True to the training and the breed of you,

Putting your games aside,

You thrilled with boyish pride

To think that now your Motherland had need of you.

Not yours to know delight

In the keen, hard-fought fight,

The shock of battle and the battle's thunder;

But suddenly to feel

Deep, deep beneath the keel,

The vital blow that rives the ship asunder.

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