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How Shall We Rank Thee Upon Glory's Page, Thou More Than Soldier, And Just Less Than Sage?
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How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
-- To Thomas Hume
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As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!
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Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
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Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
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I give thee all,--I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be
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