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Rh His dad, when he told him, shuddered;

His mother—God bless her!—cried;

Yet, blest with a mother-nature

She wept with a mother-pride.

But he whose old shoulders straightened

Was granddad—for memory ran

To years when he, too, a youngster,

Was changed by the Flag to a man!

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