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came again, O, who but iron men like these, 
who fought, but mourned both friend and foe, 
could see our banner o’er the seas borne freely 
as the winds that blow, or calm the warm emo¬ 
tion then that burst from patriotic lips, while 
listening nations wondered when they heard the 
deeds of c Yankee ships ’ ? Those wars are 
o’er, and never more may earth or seas be 
cursed again with armies battling on the shore, 
or navies on the main. Our soil is rich with glit¬ 
tering gold ; fair Glory is an empty dream ; O, 
then, keep bright the links unrolled, that stretch 
where Albion’s white cliffs gleam ! But if our 
hearts for glory glow, — if still we wish to feed 
that flame, — study the fields of Mexico, where 
Taylor won a deathless name. 
u Honor to every patriot’s soul, honor to every 
hero there, who dared, where battle’s fires roll, to 
die , — to show what freemen dare ! High honor 
to the storied brave ! High honor to the Chief 
who led ! But spurn ye, scorn the soulless slave, 
who dareS defame the valiant dead ! But not 
