And fill the ranks of the Last Brigade!
March on to the fields where the world’s re-made,
And the ancient Dreams come true!”
A sonnet written to his little daughter on the battlefield has been declared by a literary critic as sufficient to found the reputation of a poet.
“TO MY DAUGHTER BETTY, THE GIFT OF GOD.
“In wiser days, my darling rosebud, blown
To beauty proud as was your mother’s prime,
In that desired, delayed, incredible time,
“You’ll ask why I abandoned you, my own,
And the dear heart that was your baby throne,