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IN MEMORIAM R. W. R. G.

AN it be true that thou art dead

In the hour of thy youth, in the day of thy strength?

Must I believe thy soul has fled

Through heaven's length?

A scholar wast thou, learn'd in lore;

Poet was written in thine eyes.

Thou ne'er wast meant for bloody war

To seize in prize.

Yet when they asked thee, "Lo! what dost thou bring?"

Thou gav'st thyself,

Thou gav'st thy body, gav'st thy soul;

Thou gav'st thyself, one consecrated whole

To sacrificial torture for thy King.

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