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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Test
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Naked reality, and menace near
 As fire to scorching flesh, shall not affright
 The spirit that sees, with danger--sharpened sight,
 What it must save or die for; not the mere
 Name, but the thing, now doubly, trebly dear,
 Freedom; the breath those hands would choke; the light
 They would put out; the clean air they would blight,
 Making earth rank with hate, and greed, and fear.

 Now no man`s loss is private: all share all.
 Oh, each of us a soldier stands to--day,
 Put to the proof and summoned to the call;
 One will, one faith, one peril. Hearts, be high,
 Most in the hour that`s darkest! Come what may,
 The soul in us is found, and shall not die.
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