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Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        The Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918) 
Context: Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
In the great hour of destiny they stand,
Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows.
                                    
 
        
     
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            