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 Though thine impassioned call

Some answer not, nor hear,—

O Mother! with thy valiant ones rejoice,

Who died for Man, not glory,

And live in deathless story,

Joined to the names imperishably dear!

Blessèd who fall for Freedom,

Where her flag triumphant waves;

Blessèd who sleep in quiet,

With her laurel on their graves,

Remembered through the echoing years

And hallowed by a nation's thankful tears!

And blessèd, too, the living,

Who fill our hearts with hope and glad forgiving;

Who mid the battle's deaf'ning roar,

When fell the ranks like autumn leaves,