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"We are the fallen, who, with helpless faces

Low in the dust, in stiffening ruin lay,

Felt the hoofs beat, and heard the rattling traces

As o'er us drove the chariots of the fray.

"We are the fallen, who by ramparts gory,

Awaiting death, heard the far shouts begin,

And with our last glance glimpsed the victor's glory

For which we died, but dying might not win.

"We were but men. Always our eyes were holden,

We could not read the dark that walled us round,

Nor deem our futile plans with Thine enfolden—

We fought, not knowing God was on the ground.

"Aye, grant our ears to bear the foolish praising

Of men—old voices of our lost home-land,

Or else, the gateways of this dim world, raising,

Give us our swords again, and hold Thy hand."