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48 O brothers by the further sea,

Think still our faith is warm;

The same bright flag above us waves

That swathed our baby form.

The same red blood that dyes your fields

Here throbs in patriot pride;

The blood that flowed when Lander fell,

And Baker's crimson tide.

And thus apart our hearts keep time

With every pulse ye feel,

And Mercy's ringing gold shall chime

With Valor's clashing steel.