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TO CERTAIN COMRADES
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Of your plain strength, your truth of heart, your splendid
Coolness—all ended....
All ended! Yet the aching hearts of lovers
Joy over-covers;
Glad in their sorrow, hoping that if they must
Come to the dust,
An ending such as yours may be their portion
And great good fortune.
That if we may not live to serve in peace
England—watching increase—
Then death with you, honoured and swift and high,
And so—Not Die.
