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"O! did you see the troop go by, / World-weary and oppress'd, / A dead light in each drooping eye, / And a dead rose on each breast? " / -- Rod Quinn.
DID YOU see that man riding past, / With shoulders bowed with care? / There's failure in his eyes to last, / And in his heart despair. / He seldom looks to left or right, / He nods, but speaks to none, / And he's a man who fought the fight -- / God knows how hard! -- and won.
No great "review" could rouse him now, / No printed lies could sting; / No kindness smooth his knitted brow, / Nor wrong one new line bring. / Through dull, dumb days and brooding nights, / From years of storm and stress, / He's riding down from lonely heights -- / The Mountains of Success.
He sees across the darkening land / The graveyards on the coasts; / He sees the broken columns stand / Like cold and bitter ghosts; / His world is dead while yet he lives, / Though known in continents; / His camp is where his country gives / Its pauper monuments.