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 Some will heed the call to arms,
 * But all must heed the call to grit;

The dreamers on the distant farms
 * Must rally now to do their bit.

The whirring lathes in factories great
 * Will sing the martial songs of strife;

Upon the emery wheel of fate
 * We’re grinding now the nation’s life.

The call is not alone to guns,
 * This is not but a battle test;

The world has summoned free men’s sons
 * In every field to do their best.

The call has come to every man
 * To reach the summit of his powers;

To stand to service where he can;
 * A mighty duty now is ours.

We must be stalwarts in the field
 * Where peace has always kept her throne,

No door against the need is sealed,
 * No man today can live alone.