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Robert Laurence Binyon - To The End
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Because the storm has stript us bare
 Of all things but the thing we are,
 Because our faith requires us whole,
 And we are seen to the very soul,
 Rejoice! From now all meaner fears are fled.

 Because we have no prize to win
 Auguster than the truth within,
 And by consuming of the dross
 Magnificently lose our loss,
 Rejoice! We have not vainly borne and bled.

 Because we chose beyond recall
 And for dear honour hazard all,
 And summoned to the last attack
 Refuse to falter or look back,
 Rejoice! We die, the Cause is never dead.
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