THE DEATH OF BURNABY
"CLOSE up in front, and steady, lads!" brave Stewart cries, "They're here":
And distant Cheops echoes back our soldiers' answering cheer;
One moment's pause—a year it seems—and swift the Arab horde
Pours forth its mingled tide of hate and yells and spear and sword;
As demons fight, so fight the children of the desert plain,
Their naked breasts defy our steel again and yet again;
But steady as the granite cliff that stems a raging sea,
Above the van of battle looms our "Bayard"—Burnaby.