’Tis not for you home’s tender tie
To rend, and brave the waste of waves;
’Tis not for you to rouse and die,
Or yield and live a line of slaves;
The deeds of danger and of death are done:
Upheld by inward power alone,
Unhonoured by the world’s loud tongue,
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’Tis yours to do unknown,
And then to die unsung.
To other days, to other men belong