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George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953).  A Treasury of War Poetry.  1917.
34. On the Italian Front, MCMXVI
By George Edward Woodberry
“I WILL die cheering, if I needs must die;
  So shall my last breath write upon my lips
  Viva Italia! when my spirit slips
Down the great darkness from the mountain sky;
And those who shall behold me where I lie        5
  Shall murmur: ‘Look, you! how his spirit dips
  From glory into glory! the eclipse
Of death is vanquished! Lo, his victor-cry!’
“Live, thou, upon my lips, Italia mine,
  The sacred death-cry of my frozen clay!        10
Let thy dear light from my dead body shine
  And to the passer-by thy message say:
‘Ecco! though heaven has made my skies divine,
  My sons’ love sanctifies my soil for aye!’”


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