waiting for news.
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Treading with a joyful scorn
Selfish joy beneath our feet:
In a nation's hope new-born,
In a free world's radiant morn,
Breathing bliss complete.
Selfish joy beneath our feet:
In a nation's hope new-born,
In a free world's radiant morn,
Breathing bliss complete.
Hark! a jubilee of bells
Pealing through the sunset light,
Shaking out fresh clover-smells!
Parting day to-morrow tells,
Victory 's in sight.
Pealing through the sunset light,
Shaking out fresh clover-smells!
Parting day to-morrow tells,
Victory 's in sight.
Hark, again! the long, shrill blast
Eager throngs are waiting for.
Is it Death's train, sweeping past?
Homeward, Heart! Pain cannot last.
What news from the war?
Eager throngs are waiting for.
Is it Death's train, sweeping past?
Homeward, Heart! Pain cannot last.
What news from the war?
