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Come home, victorious wounded! -let the dead, / The out-of-it, the more victorious still, / Hold in the cold the hot-contested hill, / Hold by the sand the abandoned smooth beach-head; -
Maimed men, whose scars must be exhibited
To all the world, though much against your will- And men whose bodies bear no marks of ill, / Being twisted only in the guts and head:
Come home! come home! -not to the home you long
To find, -and which your valour had achieved
Had virtue been but right, and evil wrong! - We have tried hard, and we have greatly grieved:
Come home and help us! -you are hurt but strong!
-And we-we are bewildered-and bereaved.