Page:The volunteer, and other poems, Asquith, 1916.djvu/23

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For, once a man has seen thine eyes aflame,
And mounted on the horses of the gale,
Death is a nothing, life an empty name:
Arise and lead us ere our blood be tame,
O Lord of Thunder, Ares of the Crimson Mail!"

January, 1914.


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