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Consul Casement—he who heard the cry Of stricken people—and who in his fight To lift the torture load from broken men, And shield sad women from eternal night, Went through lone, hot, and fevered foreign lands.

For doomed Casement, slaves that he raised up Pray with strong voices, so a wide world hears. Men saved from anguish, women saved from shame, He dried your children's tears! He gave you life—for him lift pleading hands.

Sir Roger Casement; honoured for his years Of stress and struggle, of fatigue and work, What is the claim of his frail human needs For arduous hours he did not shun nor shirk, A King's reward, a royal friendliness!