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The Anxious Dead

O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear 
  Above their heads the legions pressing on:
(These fought their fight in time of bitter fear,
  And died not knowing how the day had gone.)

O flashing muzzles, pause, and let them see
  The coming dawn that streaks the sky afar;
Then let your mighty chorus witness be
  To them, and Caesar, that we still make war.

Tell them, O guns, that we have heard their call,
  That we have sworn, and will not turn aside,
That we will onward till we win or fall,
  That we will keep the faith for which they died.