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    To the forgotten dead,

  Come, let us drink in silence ere we part.

  To every fervent yet resolvèd heart

  That brought its tameless passion and its tears,

  Renunciation and laborious years,

  To lay the deep foundations of our race,

  To rear its stately fabric overhead

  And light its pinnacles with golden grace.

    To the unhonoured dead.

    To the forgotten dead,

  Whose dauntless hands were stretched to grasp the rein

  Of Fate and hurl into the void again

  Her thunder-hoofed horses, rushing blind

  Earthward along the courses of the wind.

  Among the stars, along the wind in vain

  Their souls were scattered and their blood was shed,

  And nothing, nothing of them doth remain.

    To the thrice-perished dead.