Sir Owen Seaman Poems

England, in this great fight to which you go
Because, where Honour calls you, go you must,
Be glad, whatever comes, at least to know
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Ye that have gentle hearts and fain
To succour men in need,
There is no voice could ask in vain
With such a cause to plead --
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Were I a burglar in the dock
With every chance of doing time,
With Justice sitting like a rock
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Not only that your cause is just and right --
This much was never doubted; war or play,
We go with clean hands into any fight;
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Land of the desolate, Mother of tears,
Weeping your beauty marred and torn,
Your children tossed upon the spears,
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Were I a burglar in the dock
With every chance of doing time,
With Justice sitting like a rock
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Farewell, my CONSTANTINE! A guardian navy
Facilitates your exit on the blue;
For Greece has been this long while in the gravy
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Now with the full year Memory holds her tryst
Heavy with such a tale of bitter loss
As never Earth has suffered since the Christ
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Facing the guns, he jokes as well
As any Judge upon the Bench;
Between the crash of shell and shell
His laughter rings along the trench;
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He died, as soldiers die, amid the strife,
Mindful of England in his latest prayer;
God, of His love, would have so fair a life
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