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Douglas Leader Durkin :He was up and out of cover at a bound; He was raked with zipping bullets, but he mocked them with his grin;
 * Then we saw him fall— "They've got me, boys!' he cried;

But before he crawled to cover he had lugged his captain in—
 * Then he cursed his luck infernal—and he died!


 * So you've heard the little story—
 * Call it not a tale of, glory-
 * It's a story something worth, sir, just the same;
 * Though his words were devil lies,
 * Somewhere tears in woman's eyes
 * Plead God's mercy on a man who played the game

WAR-LORD sat in his place apart
 * And smiled to himself in his ease;

The struggle was over, the victory bought, The guns were all silent, the battles all fought, And he felt of himself in his pride, and he thought,
 * 'I have lengthened my shores— I have widened my seas!'

And he thanked his good God from his heart.

A woman sat in her place apart And sobbed in her sorrow alone; The, men of the town had come home from the fray— Not all of the men-it is ever the way; And she mused to herself in the gloom of her day,
 * And have still to herself will keep it my own!

And the good God thanked her from His heart!