Show edwin arnolds latest cam atho first poem written by edwin aretola after being knighted by the jdeen s matt tied leorlin tho six of march and Is oil tile death of emperor william r funeral guns and bells with you boom beep ral voices of soldiers and folk YO IM ill tim tomb it aboin Wb oin akay i like the dg of war I 1 ly iles 0 ing master is gone on a path un our glory and lord and star ill williams knitter and king for him our iron hearts victor we hailed VII allany it fiak fi ak I 1 we make to ilia soul iiron IV whom say tho alow rin in bells I 1 william pious and dear lie knelt to tile king of kings naw lie lies on hii hi i bier V I 1 I 1 i ro took from ma god alone the crown of his fatherland and now it habit given it back un 1 I 1 to deatha hand 1 alt whom f guardsman guardsmen Guards men and jagers and till 0 rh lord a rad king I 1 TI I 1 1 I t ever battle ca v IT 1 I tt ids rord wo thronged thron ged to the field sure of success to botille bo title sure that tile kalser would fight for peace su re of fleaven on our side VIII A 7 sigh women and men and fair baided german boys and girls A ith eyes of ilia corrill hue our voice ix I 1 ll 11 illiam the en I 1 1 r I 1 r deai 1 d I 1 thanks to him and his chosen chiefs boug and sea ure we stand I 1 X steadfast fram birth to death mitat so was right lie wrought duty lie loved and itis anal colne holne now to the dust lie Is I 1 brou Olf V I 1 11 under of funeral guns aith engliski Engli sli cars lit E angll h it echoes md bells this titling your tolling beara a xit I 1 I 1 warriors Warr iorg stalwart anti fierce you are tender and true 0 are come of a kindred blood I 1 we sharo I 1 this sorrow today to day with you 1111 r olk of the fatherland our li carts for your grief are fain od guard your kaliser frederick i and give yo good days again |