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The Spike: or, Victoria College Review September 1921

Valedictory Sonnet to Rev. B. H. Ward, B. A

Valedictory Sonnet to Rev. B. H. Ward, B. A.

So thou art gone, my Horace, far away,
Far, far beyond the drear estranging sea.
And thou dost leave us weeping day by day
In bitterness and bleak despondency . . .
Alas! we say—but no, we dry the tear
That trembles in each dull grief-glazed eye,
We will be brave, we say, we will not fear
For this our Horace; sad thoughts, pass ye by . . .
The sundering seas still broader grow—O Lord!
Protect that venerable fringe of hair,
Keep him from train-collisions and the sword
Of wicked men, from bombs and damp night air.
O Horace, 'tis for thee our bowels yearn—
Lord, grant him happy days, a swift return!

Junius Brutus.