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like on sentry silhouetted on his post of observation, - from one hill to the next the cry speeds - ; from one brave unconcern to the next, - we must never let it die - and in this today we must face and are prenatally looking away from before noon - Before the dust of the early tradesman's boots has become the sailing surface of midday idleness - Before caress of evening cool rolls down its sleeves and