Field-Marshal Earl Kitchener.

Soldier of England, you who served her well

And in that service, silent and apart,

Achieved a name that never lost its spell

Over your country's heart;—

Who saw your work accomplished ere at length

Shadows of evening fell, and creeping Time

Had bent your stature or resolved the strength

That kept its manhood's prime;—

Great was your life, and great the end you made,

As through the plunging seas that whelmed your head

Your spirit passed, unconquered, unafraid,

To join the gallant dead.

But not by death that spell could pass away

That fixed our gaze upon the far-off goal,

Who, by your magic, stand in arms to-day

A nation one and whole,

Now doubly pledged to bring your vision true

Of darkness vanquished and the dawn set free

In that full triumph which your faith foreknew

But might not live to see. O. S.