  No song lends these calm vales a deathless name; No hero, to a nation’s honors grown, Claims as his birthplace these rude hills unknown; No pomp of hostile armies ever came, Marring these fields with storied blood and flame; And yet the darkest tragedies of time, Of love and death the mysteries sublime Have thrilled this tranquil spot, unmarked of fame. Here the long conflict between good and ill Has been fought out to shame or victory, Darkly and madly as in scenes renowned. Ah, though unnamed in human records, still Within the annals of eternity This place obscure is true historic ground! |
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