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All the world was wearying, / All the world was sad; / Everything was shadow-filled; / Things were going bad. / Then a rumour stirred all hearts / As a wind stirs trees- / Ten thousand men a day / Coming over seas!
Soon we saw them marching by- / God! what a sight! - / Shoulders back, and heads erect, / Faces full of light. / Smiling like a morn in May, / Moving like a breeze, / Ten thousand men a day / Coming over seas.