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 Courage by Robert William Service 
						In the shadow of the graveI will be brave;
 I'll smile,--I know I will
 E'er I be still;
 Because I will not smile
 So long a while.
 
 But I'll be sad, I fear,
 And shed a tear,
 For those I love and leave
 My loss to grieve:
 'Tis just their grief I'll grieve,
 Believe, believe.
 
 Not for myself I care
 As forth I fare;
 But for those left behind
 Wae is my mind
 Knowing how they will miss
 My careless kiss.
 
 Oh I'll be brave when I
 Shall come to die;
 With courage I will quaff
 The Cup and laugh,
 Aye, even mock at Death
 With failing breath.
 
 It is not those who go
 Who suffer woe;
 But stricken ones who bide
 By cold bedside:
 God comfort you who keep
 Watch by my sleep!
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