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44 So teach us, mother, o'er our throbbing scars, The silence and the glory of the stars.

OT for ourselves alone ! The universal tone Of Nature thus our poor self-seeking chideth. There lives no bloom that in sweet chalice hideth Her scent, no star but his wan gleam divideth With leaf and wayside stone. Not for ourselves alone ! Not for ourselves alone ! Beneath God's burning throne The ethereal soul was clothed with form and feeling To work some earthly task of cheer or healing, Strike out some spark of noble deeds, revealing The flame whence all are blown. Not for ourselves alone ! Not for ourselves alone ! The seeds our hands have sown Shall yield their harvest to a younger reaper. We battle, heirs of many a church-yard sleeper.