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Clifton Chapel

This is the Chapel: here, my son,Your father thought the thoughts of youth,And heard the words that one by oneThe touch of Life has turned to truth.Here in a day that is not far,You too may speak with noble ghostsOf manhood and the vows of warYou made before the Lord of Hosts.
To set the cause above renown,To love the game beyond the prize,To honour, while you strike him down,The foe that comes with fearless eyes;To count the life of battle good,And dear the land that gave you birth,And dearer yet the brotherhoodThat binds the brave of all the earth—
My son, the oath is yours: the endIs His, Who built the world of strife,Who gave His children Pain for friend,And Death for surest hope of life.
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