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 When my brothers fall around me,

Should my heart grow cold and numb ? ' But the drum Answered, 'Come!

Better there in death united, than in life a recreant, Come ! '

Thus they answered, hoping, fearing,

Some in faith, and doubting some, Till a trumpet-voice proclaiming, Said, ' My chosen people, come ! ' Then the drum, Lo ! was dumb,

For the great heart of the nation, throbbing, answered, 'Lord, we come! '

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WHAT THE BULLET SANG

O JOY of creation To be !

rapture to fly

And be free ! Be the battle lost or won Though its smoke shall hide the sun,

1 shall find my love the one

Born for me !

I shall know him where he stands,

All alone, With the power in his hands

Not o'erthrown;

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