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Show THESE I PITY XDO not pity these boys, young and brave, Who, having heard the clear, authentic authen-tic call, Offer their unspent years, their lives and all, Man's last great hope, democracy to save. I know that war may stretch them on its road, Their eyes still radiant with charm of youth; Even so they triumph. Dying for the truth They live to serve in richer amplitude. ampli-tude. But these I pity, who midst agony Of strife that now convulses half our earth, Debate and bargain over cost and toll, And seek as end their own security. These I pity, who in high honor's dearth To save themselves make forfeiture of soul. Clyde McGeo. |