To My Brother by Siegfried Sassoon
Give me your hand, my brother, search my face; Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame; For we have made an end of all things base. We are returning by the road we came.
Your lot is with the ghosts of soldiers dead, And I am in the field where men must fight. But in the gloom I see your laurell’d head And through your victory I shall win the light.
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