At length when the war's at an end And we're just ourselves,--you and I, And we gather our lives up to mend, We, who've learned how to live and to die: Shall we think of the old ambition For riches, or how to grow wise, When, like Lazarus freshly arisen, We've the presence of Death in our eyes?…
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