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Pass down the aisle of buried years to-night, / And stand uncovered in that holy place / Where noble structures lift their hallowed height / Beneath a bending Heaven's chaste embrace, / The fruit of those who scorned the path of ease, / To buckle on the armaments of care / Like to the Son of Man Himself, were these / Who gave themselves for brother men -- less fair.
Before the blinding footlights of to-day / We man our parts within Life's tragic play, / Full mindful of the earnest love and care / That keeps eternal watch and vigil there; / Nor do they need fair monuments and scrolls --
Their memories are deathless in our souls.