'Atkins'

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Title:     'Atkins'
Author: George Meredith [More Titles by Meredith]

Yonder's the man with his life in his hand,
Legs on the march for whatever the land,
Or to the slaughter, or to the maiming,
Getting the dole of a dog for pay.
Laurels he clasps in the words 'duty done,'
England his heart under every sun:-
Exquisite humour! that gives him a naming
Base to the ear as an ass's bray.

[The end]
George Meredith's poem: 'Atkins'

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