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BALLADS OF BATTLE
Grandsire, whose good right hand is long since dust,
I hold the same true steel in sacred trust;
From some Valhalla of the British dead
Perchance thou watchest where our lines are spread;
Thou knewest whence should come the power
When dark the battle-clouds did lower—
May thy God be my shield and stay
As thine a Hundred Years to-day!
I hold the same true steel in sacred trust;
From some Valhalla of the British dead
Perchance thou watchest where our lines are spread;
Thou knewest whence should come the power
When dark the battle-clouds did lower—
May thy God be my shield and stay
As thine a Hundred Years to-day!
Flanders, 18th June, 1915.
