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THE SERVICE
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Beats off the giant Hindenburg, and thenGoes down, pursuing still, with all his men.Not all!—out yonder where the sun shall setFour last Invincibles are floating yet,Abandoned, doomed, but cheering to the lastAs dreadnought after dreadnought thunders past:Cheering for joy to see, though they must die,The van of Life-victorious sweeping by.
My friends, I do not ask for men like theseA little dole, a little time of ease.For them and all who love them, all who mourn,And all that to their faith shall yet be born,I ask you this—take them for what they are,Your Comrades in the Service, Life at War.
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