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THE SERVICE
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Beats off the giant Hindenburg, and then
Goes down, pursuing still, with all his men.
Not all!—out yonder where the sun shall set
Four last Invincibles are floating yet,
Abandoned, doomed, but cheering to the last
As dreadnought after dreadnought thunders past:
Cheering for joy to see, though they must die,
The van of Life-victorious sweeping by.
Goes down, pursuing still, with all his men.
Not all!—out yonder where the sun shall set
Four last Invincibles are floating yet,
Abandoned, doomed, but cheering to the last
As 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 these
A 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.
A 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.