VICTORY
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Whether you shall see it, or I, We cannot tell Now. And it doesn’t matter. For ’twill come when Hell Is covered, and the batter Of guns fades:—Victory! Remember then, you who have fellowed the dead— Though the worst loudest last Thunder before the sun— Remember—though the Hun And his brute power has passed— There are more wars to be won! Oh! while life’s Life, to all Eternity:— Brothers, press on! Go On To Victory!