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snows the camps on southern hills

Lay all the winter long,

Our levies there in patience stood—

They stood in patience strong.

On fronting slopes gleamed other camps

Where faith as firmly clung:

Ah, froward king! so brave miss—

The zealots of the Wrong.

In this strife of brothers

(God, hear their country call),

However it be, whatever betide,

Let not the just one fall.

Through the pointed glass our soldiers saw

The base-ball bounding sent;