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THE TWENTY-FIFTH G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT, 1893. |
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THE TWENTY-FIFTH G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT, 1893.
They came from many a happy home,
Those brave and valiant men,
From palace, cottage, shop, and farm,
From mountain, vale, and glen,
Ready to save the land, or die,
And ne'er return again.
Those brave and valiant men,
From palace, cottage, shop, and farm,
From mountain, vale, and glen,
Ready to save the land, or die,
And ne'er return again.
They learned, in their young life, to love
The anthem of the free;
One theme their childish souls inspired,—
The tale of liberty;
Joyful, their infant lips had sung
“My country, 't is of thee.”
The anthem of the free;
One theme their childish souls inspired,—
The tale of liberty;
Joyful, their infant lips had sung
“My country, 't is of thee.”
They came by thousands, as the tides
Into the harbor pour;
Each brow was set, each stalwart from
The air of purpose wore.
They answered to the call, “We come,
Three hundred thousand more.”
Into the harbor pour;
Each brow was set, each stalwart from
The air of purpose wore.
They answered to the call, “We come,
Three hundred thousand more.”
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Fearless, they faced the rushing storm,—
Sons of the brave and free;
In summer's heat and winter's chill,
Alike on land and sea,
Their souls were throbbing with the pulse
Of love and liberty.
Sons of the brave and free;
In summer's heat and winter's chill,
Alike on land and sea,
Their souls were throbbing with the pulse
Of love and liberty.
Firm on the fields of mortal strife
In serried ranks they stood,
Patient to bear, patient to wait,
Alike in fire and flood.
“The Union must,—it shall,—be saved
Though it should cost our blood.”
In serried ranks they stood,
Patient to bear, patient to wait,
Alike in fire and flood.
“The Union must,—it shall,—be saved
Though it should cost our blood.”
Some in the bloom of early youth,
Slain in the battle, fell;
Some found again their happy homes,
Where peace and freedom dwell,—
But wreathed as conquerors, or dead,
We love them still,—'t is well.
Slain in the battle, fell;
Some found again their happy homes,
Where peace and freedom dwell,—
But wreathed as conquerors, or dead,
We love them still,—'t is well.
Some with their cherished kindred sleep,
Some in an unmarked grave,
Enriching by their honored dust
The land they died to save;
And wild birds and the sighing wind
Chant requiems o'er the brave.
Some in an unmarked grave,
Enriching by their honored dust
The land they died to save;
And wild birds and the sighing wind
Chant requiems o'er the brave.
O land, the best of all the lands
On which the sun has shone,
The purest, noblest heritage
The sons of men have known,
Still hold thy reign from sea to sea,
In queenly grace, alone.
On which the sun has shone,
The purest, noblest heritage
The sons of men have known,
Still hold thy reign from sea to sea,
In queenly grace, alone.
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Blest be the men whose fervent faith,
Unwavering, met the gale;
Who passed the storm of war, unscathed,
And live to tell the tale,
Men of our love, our hearts, our hopes,—
Hail, the Grand Army, hail!
Unwavering, met the gale;
Who passed the storm of war, unscathed,
And live to tell the tale,
Men of our love, our hearts, our hopes,—
Hail, the Grand Army, hail!
Peace spreads her angel wings abroad
From sea to distant sea;
O'er all the land one banner floats,
The flag of liberty;
And all her millions swell one strain,—
The chorus of the free.
From sea to distant sea;
O'er all the land one banner floats,
The flag of liberty;
And all her millions swell one strain,—
The chorus of the free.
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