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184 No, each did a Something Grander than ever he dreamed to do; And as for the work unfinished, all will be paid their due; The broken ends will be fitted, the balance struck will be true.

So painters, and players, and penmen, I tell you: Do as you please; Let your fame outleap on the trumpets, you’ll never rise up to these– To three grim and gory Tommies, down, down on your bended knees!