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When the last charge sounds And the battle thunders o'er the plain,
Thunders o'er the trenches where the red streams flow, Will it not be well with us, Veterans, veterans,
If, beneath your torn old flag, we burst upon the foe?
When the last post sounds And the night is on the battle-field,
Night and rest at last from all the tumult of our wars, Will it not be well with us, Veterans, veterans,
If, with duty done like yours, we lie beneath the stars?
When the great réveillé sounds For the terrible last Sabbath,
All the legions of the dead shall hear the trumpet ring! Will it not be well with us, Veterans, veterans,
If, beneath your torn old flag, we rise to meet our King?
Alfred Noyes
Alfred Noyes CBE (16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958) was an English poet, short-story writer and playwright.
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