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236 And in their splendid zeal they died unshaken.

Knowing such sacred beauty fills their sleep,

Shall we yet mourn, or wish they might awaken

To find the golden peace so far debased?

Should we not rather pray that they may keep

Their shining vision spotless, undefaced,

Until the world, repentant and redeemed,

Grow to the measure of the one they dreamed?

So let them rest.

They gave for us their dearest and their best;

They keep the holiest. Yet for their giving

Our fittest tribute is not grief and tears,

But the same ardent vision in our living

As that which shone, compelling, in their eyes

Uncowed by death and all his dreadful fears.

Then, when at last these glorious dreamers rise,

The world we keep for them might almost seem

The living substance of their lofty dream!

How white the crosses—white and small!

With what proud love the Flag appears