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Glory

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At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye.     He had half a mind to scold her.     An officer's mother and not keep dry     The epaulet on his shoulder.     He had forgotten mother and fame,     His mind in a blood-mist floated,     But when reeling back from carnage they came,     One told him: "You are promoted!"     His friend smiled up from the wet red sand,     The look was afar, eternal,     But he tried to salute with his shattered hand:     "Room now for another colonel!"     Again he raged in that lurid hell     Where the country he loved had thrown him.     "You are promoted!" shrieked a shell.     His mother would not have known him.

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"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

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