  HIGH in my first they waved the flag, ’Mid shouts of wild applause; And soldiers brave marched to my first, And fought to win the cause. Without my second we could not Assert that “Right is might,” Nor “Virtue is its own reward,” Nor other proverbs trite. My last we all admit to be A blessing unsurpassed; Though some would give my last for all, Some give all for my last. We often pass my total by With but a hurried look; And though we cannot read it, yet We find it in a book. |
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