The nation needs men’s larger creeds,
Big men must answer to her cry;
No longer selfish ways we tread,
The greater task lies just ahead.
These are the days when petty things
By all men must be thrust aside;
The country needs men’s finest deeds,
Awakened is the nation’s pride;
Men must forsake their selfish strife
Once more to guard their country’s life.
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