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We have heard the trumpets calling Youth,
We have seen their proud reply,
Laughing as they leapt to die,
Boyhood in their battle cry;
We have heard the world's tears falling
For slain youth.

Still a sterner strife is calling Youth,
Madness beats upon the gates
Of old selfishness; age prates,
Cavils, queries, hesitates;
Nearer roars the storm, appalling
All but Youth —

Youth that hears diviner voices, Youth
That has faith in brotherhood,
Courage to attempt a good
Only visioned yet, that would
Build a world where life rejoices,
Generous Youth.

We have heard the trumpets calling Youth,
We have seen their proud reply,
Laughing as they leapt to die,
Boyhood in their battle cry;
We have heard the world's tears falling
For slain youth.

Still a sterner strife is calling Youth,
Madness beats upon the gates
Of old selfishness; age prates,
Cavils, queries, hesitates;
Nearer roars the storm, appalling
All but Youth —

Youth that hears diviner voices, Youth
That has faith in brotherhood,
Courage to attempt a good
Only visioned yet, that would
Build a world where life rejoices,
Generous Youth.
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