<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Kitchener's March</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Not</span> the muffled drums for him</p><p class="line">Nor the wailing of the fife.</p><p class="line">Trumpets blaring to the charge</p><p class="line">Were the music of his life.</p><p class="line">Let the music of his death</p><p class="line">Be the feet of marching men;</p><p class="line">Let his heart a thousandfold</p><p class="line">Take the field again.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Of his patience, of his calm,</p><p class="line">Of his quiet faithfulness,</p><p class="line">England, raise your hero's cairn!</p><p class="line">He is worthy of no less.</p><p class="line">Stone by stone, in silence laid,</p><p class="line">Singly, surely, let it grow.</p><p class="line">He whose living was to serve,</p><p class="line">Would have had it so.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">There's a body drifting down</p><p class="line">For the mighty sea to keep.</p><p class="line">There's a spirit cannot die</p><p class="line">While a heart is left to leap</p><p class="line">In the land he gave his all,</p><p class="line">Steel alike to praise and hate.</p><p class="line">He has saved the life he spent,</p><p class="line">Death has struck too late.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Not the muffled drums for him,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Nor the wailing of the fife --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Trumpets blaring to the charge</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Were the music of his life.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Let the music of his death</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Be the feet of marching men!</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Let his heart a thousandfold</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Take the field again!</p></div><p class="byline">-- Amelia Josephine Burr.</p></body></html> · Great War