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��KITCHENER
If Death had questioned thee, "Soldier, where would 'st thou take. The immitigable blow ? " Thou hadst answered, " Let it be Where the battalions shake And break the entrenched foe."
Yet wert thou nobly starred And destined. Thou dost die On the grim English sea ; Thou goest to the old tarred Great Captains, and shalt lie Pillowed with them eternally.
��And they shall stir from their rest Each in his lordly shroud. And say, " 'Fore God, we have room, So are the deeps made proud. Behold the glory on his breast. Kitchener of Khartoum ! "
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