STRIKE HANDS, YOUNG MEN!
Strike hands, young men!We know not whenDeath or disaster comes,Mightier than battle-drumsTo summon us away.Death bids us say farewellTo all we love, nor stayFor tears;—and who can tellHow soon misfortune's handMay smite us where we stand,Dragging us down, aloof,Under the swift world's hoof?
Strike hands for faith, and powerTo gladden the passing hour;To wield the sword, or raise a...
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