In Memoriam S. C. W., V.C. There is no fitter end than this. No need is now to yearn nor sigh. We know the glory that is his, A glory that can never die. Surely we knew it long before, Knew all along that he was made For a swift radiant morning, for A sacrificing swift night-shade. 8 September 1915 |
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