  Sons of the nation to glory restored, Strew with fresh laurels the patriot’s grave— Heed the libation to Liberty poured— Honor the blood of the fearless and brave. When the red bolts of destruction were hurled, Bursting in tempests of fury and flame, Faithful to Freedom, the hope of the world, Swift to the rescue each patriot came. Breasting the waves of the battle’s wild sea, Facing, unflinching, the cannon’s hot breath, Hail to the brave! who marched fearless and free, Down to the valley and shadow of Death. Trace it in marble as white as the snows, Chisel in granite the record sublime, Sacred to Freedom—and teaching our foes Lessons of wisdom as lasting as time. Bright as the stars in the firmament shine, Still may they watch o’er this land from on high, Teaching our hearts, as their names we enshrine, Faithful to Freedom to live and to die. |
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