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RANK AND FILE
(SOUTH AFRICA, 1900–1)
O undistinguished Dead!
Whom the bent covers, or the rock-strewn steep
Shows to the stars, for you I mourn,—I weep,
O undistinguished Dead!
Whom the bent covers, or the rock-strewn steep
Shows to the stars, for you I mourn,—I weep,
O undistinguished Dead!
None knows your name.
Blacken'd and blurr'd in the wild battle's brunt,
Hotly you fell . . . with all your wounds in front:
This is your fame!
Blacken'd and blurr'd in the wild battle's brunt,
Hotly you fell . . . with all your wounds in front:
This is your fame!
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