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known that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the
clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those
thar I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan
Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely
end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than
before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, A lonely
impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I
balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come
seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years
behind In balance with this life, this death.
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