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By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood,

And fired the shot heard round the world.

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The foe long since in silence slept;

Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;

And Time the ruined bridge has swept

Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,

We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their dead redeem,

When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

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Spirit, that made those heroes dare

To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare

The shaft we raise to them and thee.

IO

THE BATTLE-FIELD (1837)

BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT°
ONCE this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,

Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
And fiery hearts and armed hands

Encountered in the battle-cloud.

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Ah! never shall the land forget

How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet,

Upon the soil they fought to save.
Now all is calm, and fresh, and still ;

Alone the chirp of flitting bird,
And talk of children on the hill,

And bell of wandering kine are heard.
No solemn host goes trailing by

The black-mouthed gun and staggering wain;
Men start not at the battle-cry,

Oh, be it never heard again!

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Soon rested those who fought; but thou

Who minglest in the harder strife For truths which men receive not now,

Thy warfare only ends with life.

A friendless warfare! lingering long

Through weary day and weary year, A wild and many-weaponed throng

Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear.

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Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof,

And blench not at thy chosen lot. The timid good may stand aloof,

The sage may frown yet faint thou not.

Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,

The foul and hissing bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last,

The victory of endurance born.

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Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;

The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,

And dies among his worshippers.

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Yea, though thou lie upon the dust

When they who helped thee flee in fear, Die full of hope and manly trust,

Like those who fell in battle here.

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Another hand thy sword shall wield,

Another hand the standard wave,
Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed

The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.

COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN (1843)
BY DAVID T. SHAW AND THOMAS À BECKET
O COLUMBIA, the gem of the ocean,

The Home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,

A world offers homage to thee !
Thy mandates make heroes assemble,

When Liberty's form stands in view;
Thy banners make Tyranny tremble,

When borne by the red, white and blue.

Chorus

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When borne by the red, white, and blue,
When borne by the red, white, and blue,
Thy banners make Tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white, and blue.

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When war winged its wide desolation

And threatened the land to deform,
The ark then of Freedom's foundation,

Columbia, rode safe thro' the storm;
With her garlands of vict'ry around her,

When so proudly she bore her brave crew,
With her flag proudly floating before her,

The boast of the red, white, and blue. Cho.
The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither,

And fill you it true to the brim;
May the wreaths they have won never wither,

Nor the star of their glory grow dim !
May the service united ne'er sever,

But they to their colors prove true!
The Army and Navy forever!

Three cheers for the red, white, and blue ! - Cho.

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