Janet Hamilton - Brave Angus Cameron
The Winner of the Queen's Prize at Rifle Shooting, Wimbledon, 1866. <br /> <br />'When wine and other liquors were pressed upon him after he was proclaimed victor, he refused to partake of anything save a draught of ginger-beer, he being a strict teetotaller.' <br /> <br />Brave Cameron, it needs not the lore of the seer, <br />In this the bright dawn of thy youthful career, <br />To tell what the future for thee has in store, <br />'For coming events cast their shadows before.' <br /> <br /> <br />Brave Cameron, 'twas not on the red field of fight, <br />Where death-shots are pealing and swords gleaming bright, <br />'Twas where wine-cups were brimmed for the lord of the prize, <br />The gift of Victoria, the good and the wise. <br /> <br /> <br />Brave Cameron, full well was thy courage envinced <br />In a scene where the bravest have faltered and winced, <br />When true to thy pledge and thy principles high, <br />When the wine-cup was proferred thou motioned it by. <br /> <br /> <br />Brave Cameron, true Cameron, thy country, I ween, <br />With pride thy rare skill as a marksman has seen; <br />More dearly she greets thee, young, gallant, and true, <br />Unscathed by an ordeal borne bravely by few. <br /> <br /> <br />Brave Cameron, through life be thou ever the same, <br />Unfailing in practice, unerring in aim, <br />Unswerving in principle, honour, and truth, <br />Thy laurels in age be as green as in youth!<br /><br />Janet Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../brave-angus-cameron
