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HOLD FAST WITH OPEN PALMS
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HOLD FAST WITH OPEN PALMS
A breath of battle gentled by the distance, Trembled in a blade of grass Where clung an ant with strange persistence.
A weary soldier lounging near Advised the ant to lose his fear, To loose his grip And softly slip Into the moss that lay below.
Then with a grin's stiff upper lip He left the ant—to meet the foe.
