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More Songs by the Fighting Men Was it only for Death we were borne of our Mothers?

Only for Death created the dear love of our wives?

Only for Death and in vain we endeavoured our lives?

Yea, life was given to be given; March onward, my brothers!

January, 1915.

Two Julys

WAS so vague in 1914; tossed

Upon too many purposes, and worthless;

Moody; to this world or the other lost,

Essential nowhere; without calm and mirthless

And now I have gained one for many ends,

See my straight road stretch out so white, so slender,

That happy road, the road of all my friends,

Made glad with peace, and holy with surrender.

Proud, proud we fling to the winds of Time our token,

And in our need there wells in us the power, 102