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the glories of the brave,
 * Tho' the days of the hero are o'er;

Tho' lost to † and cold in the grave,
 * He returns to ‡ no more!

That star of the field, which so often has pour'd
 * Its beam on the battle is set;

But enough of its glory remains on each sword,
 * To light us to victory yet!