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on the white Alps round! If yet they gird a land Where freedom's voice and step are found, Forget ye not the band, The faithful band, our sires, who fell Here, in the narrow battle-dell!

If yet, the wilds among, Our silent hearts may burn, When the deep mountain-horn hath rung, And home our steps may turn, —Home!—home!—if still that name be dear, Praise to the men who perish'd here!