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Show WAR STANZAS One with those who went down through the iron years to death, They rUe again In our dream, as their dust ii stirred with our breath. And out of the generoui duit the years shall blow not away, Stiri the voice of undying youth, arisen once more to say: "Judge not that ye be not Judged; we carried the torch to the goal, The goal is won; guard the Are; it is yours; but remember our soul Breathes through the life that we Baved, when our Uvea went out in the night; Your body is woven of ours; see that the torch is alight." (From "On the Day of Achievement.") Achieve-ment.") By Edward J. O'Brien. Help keep the torch alight by taking tak-ing your share of the Victory Liberty Lib-erty Loan. |