BRONZE
RESOLUTION
With but one life full certified,And that of every gleam deniedMy portion,Close to the unrelenting sod,E'en as my fathers dumbly trod,I've slumbered;But now a surging, wild unrestUproots the poppies from my breast,My soul awake, erect! anew!I stand and face the star-swept blue,And swear to make my dreams come true!
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