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8820	nan	A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917			.txt	text/plain	43208	4478	95	Mr. Thomas Hardy and the London _Times_:--"Men Who March Away," and Poems of the War_; "A Chant of Love for England," by Helen Gray Cone, Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand Shall come;--the shining hope of Europe free: Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp, and Sea. It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, With eyes like stars upon the brave night air, And souls new-dead whose lives were shed like leaves on war's red tide And men shall follow like swift blades to reap a sure reward. Soon the glad skies thy proud new flag shall see, Let thy dear light from my dead body shine Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land: Half a thousand dead men soon shall hear and see Far fall the day when England's realm shall see Far fall the day when England's realm shall see	./cache/8820.txt	./txt/8820.txt