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 Jesse Edgar Middleton

And his white cross ruffles it in the breeze Which laughs in the dim, old olive trees.

And the third Wise Man from the shining West Is bold Saint Patrick, a chaplain still,

With the song of the ages in his heart As he looks for the Star across the hill.

Now, under his ancient Cross of white,

He hears the music and sees the light.

And the three Wise Men from the West have brought Their gifts of liberty, love and truth

To the ancient land where the world was taught The unknown arts of brotherly ruth.

Long, long the march, but the Land is won

By the three good Knights of the Virgin s Son.

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��OF WALKING SOLDIERLY

HOULD I depart, O lady mine,

To give my body to the King, Leaving my cup of heavenly wine,

Those eyes, and hope s imagining, Hold high and proud thy stately head

And veil thy glorious grief a while, Restrain the swelling tides of dread,

Give me the tribute of a smile.

And I shall understand, my dear,

And keep thee closer in my heart, Though not a tremor, not a tear

Betray thine anguish as we part. We are Canadians, lady mine,

With heroism in our veins. Our noble brothers of the Line

Go singing on the Flemish plains.

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