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 192 N. M. H.

��A. S. K. You must not mourn for him, he that went out to

France, He, like the rest of them, clear-minded, open-eyed, It was for him to decide ; He took his chance ; And he is dead in France.

Oh, do not mourn for him, he heard his country's

call, And answering, gave all he had to give ; Yet though they die, they live ; Not dead at all Those who obeyed that call.

No, no, it is not wasted, all that love and thought, It is embodied in all truth and right ; These pass not out to-night Nor turn to nought — Labor and love and thought.

N. M. H.

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