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Sainted spirits of the brave, Lo! immortal o'er your grave, Glory's amaranth shall wave! Who your gallant deeds may tell? Who may ring your thrilling knell? High renown!

Faithful friends, who mourn sincere, Where the brave repose; Cold and low the mighty sleep. Yes! ye well may sadly weep, Well desponding vigils keep! Yet shall kindling pride be near, Yet shall triumph gild the tear Love bestows!

By the patriot's holy flame, Of transcendent rays; Lyre! by thy sublimest chord, Freedom! by thy shrine ador'd, Honor! by thy radiant sword,