God send you fortune: yet be sure,
   Among the lights that gleam and pass,
You’ll live to follow none more pure
   Than that which glows on yonder brass:
Qui procul hinc,’ the legend’s writ,—
   The frontier- grave is far away—
Qui ante diem periit:
   Sed miles, sed pro patria.’

  By PanEris using Melati.

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