POETRY.
"NO SURRENDER OATES."
"It was blowing a blizzard. Oates said 'I am just going outside, and I may be some time.' He went out into the blizzard, and we have not seen him ainee."—The Diary of Captain Scott.
IT was not in the fury and the foam, The swift, earth-shaking tumult, and the shout Of close-knit squadrons riding hard and home, That he went out.
For him no trumpets called with jubilant blast, Only the ice-wind's everlasting moan; Alone into the solitude he passed, Yet not alone. For joyfully the long line of his peers, Most joyfully those staunch old bands and true, Which rode at Balaclava in far years, And Waterloo, Warburg, and Paardeberg, and Dettingen,* Watched him go out into the deathly wild,— Ay, many valiant souls of mighty men Saw that, and smiled. FRANK TAYLOR.
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