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Show The Last Salute. ! We pass and leave you lying, i J No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle- t calls. No need for tears now, no need for regret. i We took our risk with you; you j j! died and we live. We take your J '! noble gift, salute for the last J l' time those lines of pitiable ji crosses, those solitary mounds, 1 ' those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may. X Which of us were the fortu- j nate who can tell? For you J I; there is silence and the cold twi- J ! light drooping in awful desola- ; l tion over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound J !! of women's voices, song and s hope and laughter, despair, gay- I ety, love life. t Lost, silent terrible comrades, 2 ; we, who might have died, salute i ? you. From th Anglo-French 4 Review. I |