The call came in the stormy night, <br />Beneath a stranger's sky. <br />The soldier of a life-long fight, <br />Still fighting, went to die. <br /> <br />His country's honour was his goal; <br />Patient, unswerving, brave, <br />His mind, his heart, his work, his soul <br />His very all, he gave. <br /> <br />He toiled to rouse us from our sleep, <br />And now he takes his rest, <br />And we it is not ours to weep, <br />But follow his behest. <br /> <br />'Tis ours to make this matter plain <br />That though our 'Bobs' has gone, <br />Though dust returns to dust again <br />His soul goes marching on.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bobs-2/
