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To those whove faild, in aspiration vast,
To unnamd soldiers fallen in front on the lead,
To calm, devoted engineers to over-ardent travelers to pilots
on their ships,
To many a lofty song and picture without recognition Id rear
a laurel-coverd monument,
High, high above the rest To all cut off before their time,
Possessd by some strange spirit of fire,
Quenchd by an early death.
See http://joefxd.lookingforwhitman.org/2009/11/19/annotations-for-group-1-to-thos-who%e2%80%99ve-fail%e2%80%99d-the-bravest-soldiers-and-a-font-of-type-paumanok/ for a line by line color coded version.