Maurice Gifford
Hon. Maurice Raymond Gifford CMG (5 May 1859 – 1 July 1910) was a British military officer.
Biography
Born at Ampney Park, Gloucester, he was the son of Robert Francis Gifford, 2nd Baron Gifford, and the brother of Edric Gifford, 3rd Baron Gifford. On the completion of his education he entered the Merchant Service, and was on board the training ship Worcester for three years. In 1878, he entered the service of the British Steam Navigation Company, in which he remained until 1882, visiting many parts of the globe. That same year he fought in the Mahdist War and served as assistant correspondent to the Daily Telegraph at the time of the engagement of Tel-el-Kebir. He then went to Canada for 11 years and fought in the Red River Rebellion as one of French's Scouts under Lord Minto, earning a medal and clasp. Next, Gifford went to South Africa and became General Manager of the Bechuanaland Exploration Company and soon became involved in the First Matabele War, 1893. In the Second Matabele War, 1896, he was part of the Bulawayo Field Force during the Siege of Bulawayo, raised Gifford's Horse, and lost his right arm to a Nbatabele bullet. In the Second Boer War he was attached to the Imperial Yeomanry and was part of the Rhodesian Horse. He participated in the Relief of Mafeking.
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Mercy, Severity
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Would you take a trip with me
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Pain of division is nothing’
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Carry them away’
Darkness negative receptive’
Pour firmament between our waters
Separate the space
Mother of destruction wait with a belt of
Skulls strap me down
And send the ship away’
Progress with the process’ mine the souls
From their casts
Poor form and reshape
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