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CLIFTON CHAPEL
To-day and here the fight's begun,Of the great fellowship you're free;Henceforth the School and you are one,And what You are, the race shall be.
God send you fortune: yet be sure,Among the lights that gleam and pass,You'll live to follow none more pureThan that which glows on yonder brass."Qui procul hinc," the legend's writ,—The frontier-grave is far away—"Qui ante diem periit:Sed miles, sed pro patriâ."
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