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“NOT WREATHS ALONE”
Not wreaths alone, for him who wins the fight'Twixt public Wrong and Right;—
The heavy burden of the people's cares
The civic conqueror bears.
So to the chief, on this victorious night,
Pledge hands and hearts and heaven-climbing prayers.
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