| The naked earth is warm with spring
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| And with green grass and bursting trees
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| Leans to the sun’s gaze glorying
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| And quivers in the sunny breeze;
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| And life is colour and warmth and light
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| And a striving evermore for these;
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| And he is dead who will not fight;
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| And who dies fighting has increase
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| All the bright company of Heaven
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| Hold him in their high comradeship
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| The Dog-Star, and the Sisters Seven
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| Orion’s Belt and sworded hip
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| The woodland trees that stand together
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| They stand to him !
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| And life is colour and warmth and light
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| And a striving evermore for these;
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| And he is dead who will not fight;
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| And who dies fighting has increase
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| Christ — Thy name is Panzer! |