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THE NEW HYMN

May 30, 1905
With echoes of a time long past,
With images that ne'er decay,
With grief in mold of glory cast,
Draws near our Decoration Day.
Hushed be the hum of toil and thrift,
Unheard the boast of ease and wealth;
A distant music should uplift
The pulse of man's diviner health.
Sound, Bugle, but no more to call
The gathering legions to their task.
Flowers, bloom your brightest, though you fall
Where sculptured stones a burial mask.
With noiseless footsteps on they come,
With aspect solemn and severe,
As answering taps of muffled drum,
The Heroes of the Past appear.
Oh! silent Phalanx! did we heed
The deathless message that you bring,
Armed should we be for every need,
Trained for great Duties' marshaling.
“We who our blooming manhood gave
To keep our Country's promise true,
Salute you; from each warrior grave,
Our pledge of brotherhood renew.

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“Never for empty sound of fame,
Never for heaps of sordid gold,
Never for popular acclaim
Be the Land's sacred birthright sold.
“Be this the lesson of our fight,
So plain that many reading, run:
Rise ever up for human right,
And rest in God when Right has won.”