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 Old heroic fighting men, Who fought for chivalry, ]\Ien who died for England, Mother of Liberty. In the world's dim heart, where the waiting spirits

slumber. Sounded a roar when the walls were rent asunder That parted Earth from Hell, and summoning them

away. Tremendous trumpets blew, as at the Judgment

Day — And the dead came forth, each to his former banner.

On the grim field of Flanders, the old battle plain. Their armies held the iron line round Ypres in the

rain, From Bixschoote to Baecelaere and down to the

Lvs river.

— Margaret L. Woods.

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