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XCIII.
So large the army grows,
The unseen army of the well-loved dead!
We, here, for yet a little while make head
Against unnumbered foes.
The unseen army of the well-loved dead!
We, here, for yet a little while make head
Against unnumbered foes.
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But broken is the square—now back to back
Or side by side we stand,
A small sore-smitten band;
Blood freely runs and corpses strew the track.
Or side by side we stand,
A small sore-smitten band;
Blood freely runs and corpses strew the track.
And yet amid wild blows
Somewhat of strange delight
Waxes and heightens, thrills the heart and glows:
So much of day is done, so near is night.
Somewhat of strange delight
Waxes and heightens, thrills the heart and glows:
So much of day is done, so near is night.
So near is night, when on the hard-fought field
As the great moon from silent heaven peers down
The square that would not yield
Will rest—for every brow has won death's crown.
As the great moon from silent heaven peers down
The square that would not yield
Will rest—for every brow has won death's crown.
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