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More Songs by the Fighting Men They dream the centuries away

Through changeless night and changeless day.

O Downs, I think it good that you

Have given your secret to the few

Who love you and can understand.

You are not as this other land

Trodden by all who chance to pass:

Only we tread your close-cropped grass

Who love to feel the beat of rain

Washing away all town-born pain:

Wind: and the heights whence one may see

The littleness of man: and we

There feel at last that we are free. 90