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“...IN MEMORIAM BY RUDOLPH SCHWAB. Let not the muffled drum, nor slow and solemn knell. Mourn for our comrade who has passed away; Nor rain hot tears upon his mortal clay. Furl not the flag, nor let your sorrow swell, Let not your dull and dismal dolour dwell; The International I Come comrades, play! Salute! The scarlet standard raise today! He served, he led; he served and led us well. Catch up his flaming torch and hold it high! Forward! The dizzy heights are yet unsealed; Roll drums! Close ranks! March on! Resume the road! We cry not out for help, we need no goad; Ere ebon night to silver dawn has paled Our scarlet standard from the peak shall fly....”