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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 pure
Than 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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