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More Songs by the Fighting Men I hear you, waves that glisten,

I see your path for me.

Maybe the dead can listen,

See more than I can see:

Not for the guns, their sound

Heard muffled through the loam,

Nor noise of sea or heavens.

Not see the trees around,

No! not the grass-roots even,

But sounds and sights of home. 108