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Terribly swift — a moment — it is gone.

Can men be passing there on high, so swiftly through the air ?)

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Pass on ! Behold the charge ;

{Ready ! Run low ! Run wide !

Our country calls ! Our country, and our King !)

Over the open fields, trampling the crops, dropping to fire, rising to run ;

(Some never rising, never again to rise ;)

Straggling, thinning, wavering, (God, it is hopeless ! — it is too much !)

Onward, onward pressing, rushing and driving on- ward ;

(I did not know' that men could be so reckless and brave !)

Mounting the opposite slope, cutting their way through entanglements ;

Gaining the outer trenches, (deadly work for the bayonets !)

Shouting, cursing, groaning, stabbing, WTestling, clubbing with butts, fighting at last with bare fists;

Annihilating the enemy, capturing the posi- tion !

{Victory ! Victory ! Victory !

Our country calh ! Our country, and ojir King !)

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