Poem by Henry Newbolt

From Generation to Generation

O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
  Between a gravestone and a cradle's head---
Between the love whose name is loss unending
  And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,---
Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending
  Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.

1. Waggon Hill
2. On Spion Kop
3. Nel Mezzo Del Cammin
4. The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn
5. Northumberland

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