The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch by R. C. Lehmann
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To find the happy valley.
KILLED IN ACTION RUPERT is dead, and RUPERT was my friend; "Only surviving son of"--so it ran-- "Beloved husband" and the rest of it. But six months back I saw him full of life, Ardent for fighting; now he lies at ease In some obscure but splendid field of France, His strivings over and his conflicts done. He was a fellow of most joyous moods And quaint contrivings, ever on the point Of shaking fame and fortune by the hand But always baulked of meeting them at last. He could not brook--and always so declared-- The weak pomposities of little men, Scorned all the tin-gods of our petty world, And plunged headlong into imprudences, And smashed conventions with a reckless zeal, Holding his luck and not himself to blame For aught that might betide when reckoning came. But he was true as steel and staunch as oak. And if he pledged his word he bore it out Unswerving to the finish, and he gave Whate'er he had of strength to help a friend. When the great summons came he rushed to arms, Counting no cost and all intent to serve |
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