Page:Flower of youth, poems in war time, Tynan, 1915.djvu/40

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FLOWER OF YOUTH

It matters little how we live
So long as we may greatly die.
Fashioned for great things, O forgive
Our dullness in the days gone by!
Now glory wraps you like a cloak
From us, and all such common folk.