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Honor Among Scamps

 We are the smirched.
Queen Honor is the spotless.
We slept thro' wars where Honor could not sleep.
We were faint-hearted.
Honor was full-valiant.
We kept a silence Honor could not keep.
Yet this late day we make a song to praise her.
We, codeless, will yet vindicate her code.
She who was mighty, walks with us, the beggars.
The merchants drive her out upon the road.
She makes a throne of sod beside our campfire.
We give the maiden-queen our rags and tears.
A battered, rascal guard have rallied round her, To keep her safe until the better years.

by Vachel Lindsay
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