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THE BANNERS.
Lordly Banners, waving to the stars,
Flap upon the nightwind, heavy with the dew:—
Trustful Youth is wending to the wars,
Strong in Ancient faith to battle with the New.
Flap upon the nightwind, heavy with the dew:—
Trustful Youth is wending to the wars,
Strong in Ancient faith to battle with the New.
Lordly banners, trodden in the clay,
Lie upon the mountain, dank with other dew:
Hapless Youth hath lost the bloody day:
Ancient faith is feeble,—stronger is the New.
Lie upon the mountain, dank with other dew:
Hapless Youth hath lost the bloody day:
Ancient faith is feeble,—stronger is the New.
Lordly banners, other than of yore,
Flap upon the night-wind, heavy with the dew:
Youth to battle girdeth him once more,
New and Old are feeble,—mighty is the True!
Flap upon the night-wind, heavy with the dew:
Youth to battle girdeth him once more,
New and Old are feeble,—mighty is the True!
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