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By Anthony Strano
"The day that Youth had died,
There came to his grave-side,
In decent mourning, from the country's ends,
Those scatter'd friends
Who had lived the boon companions of his prime,
And laughed with him and sung with
him and wasted,
In feast and wine and many-crown'd carouse,
The days and nights and dawnings of the time
When Youth kept open house.............'

"The Funeral of Youth: Threnody" -- Rupert Brooke

Always it has been a sense of identity, a sense of belonging and a  sense of purpose that has provided a state...