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THY DAYS ARE DONE.
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Thy days are done, thy fame begun;Thy country's strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,
The slaughters of his sword!
The deeds he did, the fields he won,
The freedom he restored!
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Though thou art fall'n, while we are freeThou shalt not taste of death!
The generous blood that flowed from thee
Disdained to sink beneath:
Within our veins its currents be,
Thy spirit on our breath!
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Thy name, our charging hosts along,Shall be the battle-word!
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From virgin voices poured!
To weep would do thy glory wrong:
Thou shalt not be deplored.
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