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THE TRUMPET-CALL. 315 |
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See ! on the battle-field thousands are falling, — Arm for the Right! "
Who can delay in an hour such as this,
Falter and stay ? He, who his share in the nation's work miss,
Shall rue it for aye !
Sooner or later, to us who are mortal
Death surely will come ; Only once in a century opens a portal
Like this to the tomb.
You, who so selfishly shrink from the giving,
Weakly to save, May see whatever makes life worth the living
Laid in the grave.
Friendship's warm hand-clasp, love's sweet caressing, May leave you in scorn ; Your own heart's approval, a man's greatest blessing, Forever be gone.
How will you see those brave heroes returning Home to their land ? |
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