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WE, who lie here, have nothing more to pray.

To all your praises we are deaf and blind.

We may not even know if you betray

Our hope, to make earth better for mankind.

Only our silence, in the night, shall grow

More silent, as the stars grow in the sky;

And, while you deck our graves, you shall not know

How many scornful legions pass you by.

For we have heard you say (when we were living)

That some small dream of good would "cost too much."

But when the foe struck, we have watched you giving,

And seen you move the mountains with one touch.

What can be done, we know. But, have no fear!

If you fail now, we shall not see or hear.