"This day is called the feast of Incands:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Incand.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Incand:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his lights.
And say 'These bulbs I had on Incand's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Lux the Luthor, Icebreak and lctorana,
KiwiMark and Sylathnie, Outdoors Fanatic and RichS,
Be in their flowing lights freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And warm incan lumens shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that shines his light with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And jockeys of LED's now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their torch's cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Incand's day"
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Incand.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Incand:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his lights.
And say 'These bulbs I had on Incand's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Lux the Luthor, Icebreak and lctorana,
KiwiMark and Sylathnie, Outdoors Fanatic and RichS,
Be in their flowing lights freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And warm incan lumens shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that shines his light with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And jockeys of LED's now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their torch's cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Incand's day"
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