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38071	Doyle, Arthur Conan	The Guards Came Through, and Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	6628	697	98	Hold high the heart! The weary night, the chill bleak day, Athwart our joy still comes the thought There's just one ragged British line of Plumer's weary men; But, alas for dreams that vanish, for before the day was done Each day the Belfry faced you but you never brought it nearer, Fair Ypres was a relic of the soul of other days, It's just the old familiar line of fifty thousand men, The dreams are passed and gone, old man, To be fit when the day should come! Foolish half-hearted Roman hell! For as he lies in hell to-day And how there passed three nights and days Ever more my heart is with you, ever more till life shall fail Take heart to hear the ragtime lilting down the deck. And a weary-hearted man was I. I turned away with heart of gloom, THE OLD WAY, and other Poems 3_s._ 6_d._ net	./cache/38071.txt	./txt/38071.txt