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OUR HEROES.
Muse, record on History's pages,
And of noble service tell:
That our race, in future ages,
May with swelling bosoms dwell
On the valor of our heroes,
Fearless men of Afric race,
Who for justice and for freedom,
Fought, and won an honored place.
And of noble service tell:
That our race, in future ages,
May with swelling bosoms dwell
On the valor of our heroes,
Fearless men of Afric race,
Who for justice and for freedom,
Fought, and won an honored place.
For their history is unwritten,
It lies buried in the soil
With their generous blood besprinkled,
And made fertile by their toil!
It lies buried in the City
Of the Dead, on hill and plain!
With their bones! Ah! God in pity!
Grant that they may rise again.
It lies buried in the soil
With their generous blood besprinkled,
And made fertile by their toil!
It lies buried in the City
Of the Dead, on hill and plain!
With their bones! Ah! God in pity!
Grant that they may rise again.
Rise and shine on memory's tablet
With a lustre dazzling, bright,—
Circled with a brilliant chaplet,
Radiant as the stars of night!
Sound the trump of resurrection!
Bid the perished thousands live!
Send abroad the proclamation—
To the world their record give!
With a lustre dazzling, bright,—
Circled with a brilliant chaplet,
Radiant as the stars of night!
Sound the trump of resurrection!
Bid the perished thousands live!
Send abroad the proclamation—
To the world their record give!
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Tell of Boston, and of Concord,
Lexington and Bunker Hill,
Burnish bright the noble record,
Fill the pages full, until
Not a valiant deed is perished,
Not a patriotic word:
Heroism must be cherished!
Of the brave who bear the sword!
Lexington and Bunker Hill,
Burnish bright the noble record,
Fill the pages full, until
Not a valiant deed is perished,
Not a patriotic word:
Heroism must be cherished!
Of the brave who bear the sword!
Tell of Attucks and of Salem,
And of unnamed warriors grand,
The five thousand valiant soldiers
Fighting for the native land
Of their children—not their fathers!
Willing to baptize in blood:
Hoping not for earthly honors,—
Sacrifice to Freedom's God!
And of unnamed warriors grand,
The five thousand valiant soldiers
Fighting for the native land
Of their children—not their fathers!
Willing to baptize in blood:
Hoping not for earthly honors,—
Sacrifice to Freedom's God!
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