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Salem! amidst the fiercest hour, The wildest rage of fight, Thy name shall lend our falchions power, And nerve our hearts with might. Envied be those for thee that fall, Who find their graves beneath thy sacred wall.

For them no need that sculptured tomb Should chronicle their fame, Or pyramid record their doom, Or deathless verse their name; It is enough that dust of thine Should shroud their forms, O blessed Palestine!

Chieftains, lead on! our hearts beat high For combat's glorious hour; Soon shall the red-cross banner fly On Salem's loftiest tower! We burn to mingle in the strife, Where but to die ensures eternal life.