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FROM THE GREAT WAR
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Black for the mourning ashes,
Black, yellow and red—
And yellow of gold, as we proudly hail
The spirits of the dead!
To the flag, my sons! Your country
With her blessing "Forward" cries!
Has it shrunken? No, when smallest,
Larger, statelier, it flies!
Is it tattered? No, 'tis stoutest
When destruction it defies!
—From the French of E. Cammaerts
