Classic Poem

Kitchener ! you of the resolute face,
The soldier heart and the lion will,
You were the man who forced the pace
Till the foe and his waggons and guns stood still.

Yours were the eyes that still foresaw,
From base to the front our safety planned,
Scorned drift — bridge broken — and culvert's flaw,
And fed our host in a hungry land.

Kitchener! you of the iron smile,
The presence felt but the hand unseen,
You won our trust by the banks of Nile,
We trust you now for God and the Queen.