He came, he saw, he conquered; though his heart Bled for his only son in battle slain God's pity aided him to play his part, And gave him glory to console his pain. Tears we accord him in his grief, Cheers for each triumph won, England will ne'er forget her chief Who sorrows for his son. Dense clouds of darkness overcast the sky When, sad but stern, the grey-haired warrior came, Scathed the rude foe like lightning from on high, And blotted out the old Majuba's shame. Great God of hosts! protect our champion's life, Save him, O Lord, fresh laurels still to glean, And keep the memory of his valour green. Crown him as Victor in the deadly strife The idol of his country and his Queen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU |