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As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their souls
If misery over this dear land
Has turned white into red shields
The shining of the bronze
May be much beautified
Incline thee to inform us who is who
