Sir Henry Newbolt
On Spion Kop - Poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
Foremost of all on battle's fiery steep
Here VERTUE fell, and here he sleeps his sleep.
A fairer name no Roman ever gave
To stand sole monument on Valour's grave.
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