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I have made my stand at last / Where the thickest foes are found; / I shall fall as I have fought, / Yielding inch by inch the ground.
I have no surrender given, / I have measured hate with hate; / I have never stooped to call, / "Quarter! " to victorious Fate.
When sore pressed I have not sought / Aid from comrades in the field; / I have never turned to find / Succour from a friendly shield.
This shall be my guerdon gained, / When the hounds of war are passed: / "Peace to him who fought alone, / And who fell alone at last. "