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First Line: And if ye marvel that mine eye doth glow
Last Line: On morat late, or marathon of old!
Subject(s): War


And if ye marvel that mine eye doth glow
Now every pulse of fervid youth is lost,
Ye never heard the kingly trumpets blow -
Nor felt the fieldward stirring of a host;
Nor how the bayonet assures the hand
That it can never fail - while Death doth stand
Amid the thunders of the reckless drum,
And the loud scorn of fifes, ashamed and dumb -
Nor, when the noble revel dies away,
How proud they lie upon the stained mould,
A presence too majestic to gainsay,
Of lordly martial bearing, mute and cold,
Which honour knows o' th' instant! such as lay
On Morat late, or Marathon of old!





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