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Now be thou strong! Oh! knew we not Our path must lead to this? A shadow and a trembling still Were mingled with our bliss! We plighted our young hearts when storms Were dark upon the sky, In fall, deep knowledge of their task To suffer and to die!

Be strong! I leave the living voice Of this, my martyr'd blood, With the thousand echoes of the hills, With the torrent's foaming flood,— A spirit 'midst the caves to dwell, A token on the air, To rouse the valiant from repose, The fainting from despair.

Hear it, and bear thou on, my love! Aye, joyously endure!