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30 who have but begun,
 * We who as yet are few,
 * Send out our hearts to you

Whose cause and ours is one, Who long have dauntless stood And witnessed with your blood The Holy Brotherhood
 * Of all beneath the sun.

Almost we were as these
 * With eyes but seeing not,
 * Well fed or ill, who rot

In poverty or ease; Till on our ears swift-smiting There came for our souls’ lighting A rumour of men fighting
 * Across the narrow seas.

As far fleets we did mark
 * Your columns in the battle,
 * And your clamour, as the rattle

Of cannon through the dark, From out your dim coasts welling, Came faint but ever swelling, And, as a breath compelling,
 * Revived the faded spark.