A BATTLE CRY
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I have made my stand at last Where the thickest foes are found; I shall fall as I have fought, Yielding inch by inch the ground. I have no surrender given, I have measured hate with hate; I have never stooped to call, “Quarter!” to victorious Fate. When sore pressed I have not sought Aid from comrades in the field; I have never turned to find Succour from a friendly shield. This shall be my guerdon gained, When the hounds of war are passed: “Peace to him who fought alone, And who fell alone at last.”