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Rupert Brooke

I hear a voice heroic speak to me:
Wake from thy sleep; they closet dreams and lies;
And come with me beneath the open skies,
And face the foe! God calls the hour to thee
To sacrifice divine, if need there be;
And some fair day the mists from earth will rise
And Time look up to see with happy eyes
A better world for all humanity.
And so the poet-soldier heard God's call,
Blessing the day Fate threw her bloody gage;
His love for England rising over all,
He voiced the cry that thrills his noblest page;
Glad Honor reigns again in cot and hall,
And "we have come into our heritage."