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In terms of service, not of sacrifice,
We pledge our bodies for our souls' desire,
Infused with flame, heart-high with holy fire,
Yet not as martyrs would we pay the price.

Rather as lovers, asking but to give,
And giving only passion purified,—
Craving one epitaph—“Behold here died
A Freeman who would have his country live!”
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