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 For the wonder of the word

And the warning of the dead.

It sings in my sleeping ears,

It hums in my waking head,

The name—Ticonderoga,

The utterance of the dead.

Then up, and with the fighting men

To march away from here,

Till the cry of the great war-pipe

Shall drown it in my ear!"

Where flew King George's ensign

The plaided soldiers went:

They drew the sword in Germany,

In Flanders pitched the tent.

The bells of foreign cities

Rang far across the plain:

They passed the happy Rhine,

They drank the rapid Main.

Through Asiatic jungles

The Tartans filed their way,

And the neighing of the war-pipes

Struck terror in Cathay.3

"Many a name have I heard," he thought,

"In all the tongues of men, 67