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home! The Land that sent you forth

From East and West, from South and North,

Looks wistfully beyond her gates,

Extends her arms and waits—and waits!

At duty's call she stilled her woe;

She smiled through tears and bade you go

To face the death you would not shun.

Brave hearts, return! Your task is done.

Not as you journeyed come you back;

A glory is about your track