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AT GETTYSBURG.
Bells of victory are dumb;
Trailing sword and muffled drum
On we come,
Trailing sword and muffled drum
On we come,
Downcast eyes and broken tread,
Weary arms, and burdenèd
With our dead.
Weary arms, and burdenèd
With our dead.
Lives were proffered: reck not his;
For dear Freedom's ransom is
Sacrifice.
For dear Freedom's ransom is
Sacrifice.
Proud our love is, nor at last
With a sorrow that is past
Overcast.
With a sorrow that is past
Overcast.
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O'er the very clay we bring,
Meet it is that we should sing
Triumphing:
Meet it is that we should sing
Triumphing:
He was foremost, he was leal;
Let his gallant breast reveal
Honor's seal.
Let his gallant breast reveal
Honor's seal.
Him we yield the Roman crown,
Woven bays; in his renown
Lay him down.
Woven bays; in his renown
Lay him down.
Earth will softest pillow make,
So that never heart shall ache
For his sake;
So that never heart shall ache
For his sake;
Spring will pass here many a day,
Sighing, one with thoughts that pray
Far away,
Sighing, one with thoughts that pray
Far away,
“When the trumpets shake the sod,
Raise Thy Knight from this dull clod,
Lord our God!”
Raise Thy Knight from this dull clod,
Lord our God!”
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