From the passing years,

Like a dusty garment slip.

Drink of the Chalice of Courage!

Poured for the Hero's feast,

When the strength divine

Of its subtle wine

Is shared with the last and least.

Drink of the Chalice of Courage!

The mead of mothers and men,

And the sinewed might

Of the Victor's might,

Be yours, again and again.

Marie Hemstreet

Marie Hemstreet

BOOK I

THE HIGHER LAW

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CHAPTER I

THE CUP THAT WOULD NOT PASS

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