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Donald Goold Johnson
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For all the hours of life and pleasure,
For all the beauty by thee made known,
We pay thee in no stinted measure,
But gladly lay our young lives down.

Donald Johnson was born in 1890 and was educated, till he was seventeen, at Caterham. 'He was a son of the Manse,' says Mr. P. Giles, in a preface to his Poems. 'His home was at Saffron Walden.... As he was the youngest of four brothers it was necessary that he should be a teacher for some years before he could proceed to the University. In 1911 he came into residence at Cambridge, having been elected to a sizarship at Emmanuel College, and read for the Historical Tripos during his first two years.' In 1914 he won the Chancellor's Medal for English Verse with 'The Southern Pole,' a poem on Captain Scott's expeditions, and was devoting himself to a special study of the text of Chaucer when, by the end of the year, the war called him into the Army. A lieutenant in the Manchester Regiment, he crossed to France at the end of 1915, and in the following