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OD be with you and us who go our way

And leave you dead upon the ground you won.

For you at last the long fatigue is done,

The hard march ended; you have rest to-day.

You were our friends; with you we watched the dawn

Gleam through the rain of the long winter night,

With you we laboured till the morning light

Broke on the village, shell-destroyed and torn.

Not now for you the glorious return

To steep Stroud valleys, to the Severn leas

By Tewkesbury and Gloucester, or the trees

Of Cheltenham under high Cotswold stern.

For you no medals such as others wear—

A cross of bronze for those approvèd brave—

To you is given, above a shallow grave,

The Wooden Cross that marks you resting there.

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