<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">In Memoriam</h1><p class="inline-note" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40">(To Field-Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar, died November, 1914)</p><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Rest</span>, though the clamorous surge of war</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Follow thy peace to the great doors of Death;</p><p class="line">As in thy fearless life, so now, the cannons' roar,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The roll of drums, at thy last breath</p><p class="line">Proclaim thee Conqueror!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The prophets and the warriors who have passed</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">That way before thy coming, welcome thee;</p><p class="line">The Angel's trumpet sounds a nobler blast,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And kings and knights of the old chivalry</p><p class="line">Now hail thee at the last.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Thy days, thy deeds, thy words of proven gold,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Thy son, and last of all, thyself did give</p><p class="line">For Country's sake, and now the tale is told</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Thy splendid memory shall breathe and live</p><p class="line">Till all men's hearts lie cold.</p></div><p class="byline">-- Edmund John.</p></body></html> · Great War