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22 LAURENCE BIN YON
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are
known As the stars are known to the Night ;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain ; As the stars that are starry in the time of our dark- ness, To the end, to the end, they remain.
— Laurence Binyon.
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