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Flame out, you glorious skies, Welcome our brave; Kiss their exultant eyes; Give what they gave.

Flash, mailed seraphim, Your burning spears; New days to outflame their dim Heroic years.

Thrills their baptismal tread The bright proud air; The embattled plumes outspread Burn upwards there.

Flame out, flame out, O Song! Star ring to star; Strong as our hurt is strong Our children are.