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THE SONG OF THE GUNS AT SEA
Therefore rejoiceThat in thy passionate primeYouth's nobler hope disdained the spoils of TimeAnd thine own choiceFore-earned for thee this day.Rejoice! rejoice to obeyIn the great hour of life that men call DeathThe beat that bids thee draw heroic breath,Deep-throbbing till thy mortal heart be dumb—Come! . . . Come! . . . the time is come!
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