By choice and not through dread,

With these our present comrades

And those our present dead;

And, being free of Zion

In both her fellowships,

Sit down and sup in Zion—

Stand up and drink in Zion

Whatever cup in Zion

Is offered to our lips!

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LORD ROBERTS

1914

He passed in the very battle-smoke

Of the war that he had descried.

Three hundred mile of cannon spoke

When the Master-Gunner died.

He passed to the very sound of the guns;

But, before his eye grew dim,

He had seen the faces of the sons

Whose sires had served with him.

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