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JOHN NOBLE.
Others, 'chance, when I am gone,
May restore the battle-call,
Bravely lead the good cause on,
Fighting in the which I fall;
God may quicken some true soul
Here to take my place below
In the heroes' muster-roll:
I am weary, let me go.
Shield and buckler, hang them up;
Drape the standard on the wall:
I have drained the mortal cup
To the finish, dregs and all.
When our work is done 'tis best,
Brother, best that we should go:
I'm aweary, let me rest,
I'm aweary, lay me low.
John Noble.
