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What matters Death, if Freedom be not dead?

No flags are fair, if Freedom's flag be furled.

Who fights for Freedom, goes with joyful tread

To meet the fires of Hell against him hurled,

And has for captain Him whose thorn-wreathed head

Smiles from the Cross upon a conquered world. Joyce Kilmer