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Show I HEROES- Thronalng thronnhthe cloqdrlft, whose are they the faces, Faint revealed, yet sure divined, the famous ones of old ? "What," they smile, "our names, our deeds, o soon erases Time upon his tablet, where Ufe'l glory lies enrolled. "Was it tor fool's play, make believed and lnuminliiK, So w battled it like men. not, boy-like, sulked and whined I Each of us beared clang God's 'Come: and each wasconiliu? ; Soldiers all, for fonvard;face, not sneaks to luK behind : 'How of the field's fortune! That concerned our leader! Led. we struck our stroke, nor cared tor do-Inns do-Inns left and rii.lit; Each as on bis soul head, faller or succeeder, I.aytbe blame or lit the praise; no care for cowards; tight.'' Then the cloud-rift broadens, spanlng earth that's under. Wide our world displays its worth, man's strife and strife's success; All the good and beauty; wonder crowning wonder, Till my heart and soul applaud perfection, nothing less, - Holx rl Brairning. |